Potty Training Spike/Transcript

(Stu (Tommy's dad) is fixing a leaky faucet with a wrench in the bathroom)

Stu: Stupid leaky faucet!

(cut to downstairs, doorbell rings)

(cut back to Stu in the bathroom)

Stu: I'll get- (hits head on sink pipe as he lifts his head) Ow! (puts foot into Chuckie's old plastic toilet and almost slips). Woooah! Oh, great. Deed!

Didi: (peers into bathroom) Oh, I'll get it!

Stu: Ugh, good idea.

(cut to Didi in living room, opening front door; Chuckie and his dad are there)

Didi: Good morning, Charles! Good morning, Chuckie!

Chas: Hi, Didi! Uh, thanks for watching Chuckie. Hey, do you think Stu would mind putting this "I'm a Big Boy Potty Seat Adapter" on your toilet?

(holds up the box)

Didi: I'm sure Stu would be happy to put in the adapter. In fact, he's working in the bathroom right now. (holds Chuckie) Isn't this exciting, Chuckie? You're moving to the grown-up potty.

(Chuckie looks worried)

Chas: Today's the day. 'Though I am little worried about getting him away from that old clown potty.

Didi: Well, you know what Lipschitz says. All it takes is a little praise. (clears her throat) We'll just be sure to tell him what a good boy he is and how proud we are that he's using his new potty. But right now, Chuckie's little friends are waiting for him.

(cut to Tommy, Phil, and Lil playing ball in the backyard; Didi puts Chuckie down near them)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Didi: There you go, Chuckie! Have fun.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(she leaves)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Hey, how are you doing, Chuckaroo?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: Hi, guys.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(he sighs; and sits, holding knees in front of him)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Um, is something wrong, Chuckie?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: (strained) No.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Lil: Then why are you sitting on the ground all scrunched up like a old bag?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: (nervously) No reason.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Lil: Are you hiding something?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: (gasping) I'm not hiding anything. I just... have to go potty.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Phil: So why don't you just go?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: I can't go when people are lookin'. And I really gotta go right now, but all the grownups are watching me every time I go, and I really gotta go!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Hey, Chuckie! I "got" a idea. Why don't you just go on the tree? (he gestures towards the tree)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: Once you're potty trained, you can't go back to stuff like that!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Why not? Spike does it all the time. (he points at Spike, who shows up just then)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(Chuckie looks at the house. Thunder is heard and several dark clouds surround the roof. Chuckie glances at the tree, where a bird grabs a worm and a butterfly flies by. It's very sunny.)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: Oh... all right! I'll use the tree, but you guys gotta not look at me, 'kay?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Okay! Don't worry. We'll look at this flower.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(Chuckie approaches the tree; the kids and Spike stare at a flower on the ground; Didi looks outside, and sees Chuckie dropping his pants)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Didi: Oh, no! He's regressing! (she runs to him, scooping him up) Chuckie, no! Now, I know the big boy potty may seem a little scary, but you won't need to worry because I'll be watching you the whole time.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(she takes him indoors. The kids look on in concern.)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Huuuh!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(cut to Stu finishing installing the potty seat in the bathroom; Charles is watching)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Stu: There - safe, secure, and ready for action.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(Didi enters holding Chuckie)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Didi: Look, everybody! Chuckie is ready to use his new big boy potty!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(places Chuckie on floor and pulls down his pants)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Stu: Got it all set up for you, Champ!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(Didi puts Chuckie on the seat)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chas: There you go, little fellow. We're all very excited! (he leans in; his right eye takes up most of the screen)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(all the grownups stare at Chuckie; he shakes in fear and whimpers)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(cut to Tommy, Phil, and Lil playing with the ball in the backyard. Tommy falls down while throwing the ball. Didi brings Chuckie outside)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Didi: Don't worry, honey. We'll try again later.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Hey, Chuckie! Did you go?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: Uh, no, the grownups were looking at me the whole time, and I tried to go, but I couldn't and now I don't even "gotta" go no more. I thought you said it was okay to go potty on the tree!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: I'm sorry, Chuckie! It used to be okay.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Lil: Maybe your mommy and daddy changed the rules. There's no "splaining" grownups.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: Well, now I know I'm not doin' that again.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(Spike the dog passes by on his way to the tree)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Phil: Uh-oh. I guess Spike doesn't know.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Huuuhhhh!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(Spike sniffs the tree)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Spike, noooo! (kids run to the tree, and Tommy grabs Spike by the collar) I'm sorry, Spike, but the rules are changed and you're not "apposed" to go potty on the tree no more!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(Spike whines and his ears droop)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: Tommy, we can't just tell him not to go potty! Everybody's gotta go sometime!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: You're right Chuckie! We've got to teach him a new way to go potty! From now on, I'm going to be Spike's dad.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: Yeah, and I'll be, uh, Spike's other dad.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Phil: And we'll be Spike's Uncle Bill and Aunt Harriet.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Lil: (in old person's voice, holding her arm out with her fingers together) Here's candy, young Spikey.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Phil: (pointing at Spike, in an old man's voice) Pull my finger, son!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Okay, Spike. Let's get started.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(Spike gulps, whimpers, and stares at the camera. Cut to the babies in Tommy's bedroom with Spike. Tommy grabs a diaper by his changing table) 

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Okay, Chuckie. Here's the diapers. (Tommy walks up to Chuckie, and gives him the diaper) Phil and Lil, you hold Spike while me and Chuckie put one on him.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Lil: Okay, Tommy.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Phil: Here, Spike! Come on, boy. Good dog.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Lil: Come on, Spikey! Don't be scared!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(they approach the dog and it runs away, with them grabbing his tail)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Okay, Chuckie, now that that's taken care of, let's put the diaper on him. Come on, Spike! That a'boy! Good doggie! Over here.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(runs after the dog)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: Wait, Tommy. That's not how you put on a diaper.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: (stops running) Why not Chuckie? What's wrong.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: (holds up baby powder) You forgot the baby powder. We don't want Spike to get a rash.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Oh, yeah, right. (runs after Spike, spraying powder everywhere) Come on, Spike! Over here! Good doggie! Hold it, you guys! (they all stop chasing Spike. By now, the room's covered in powder. Spike stops, lies down, and pants) I think I got a better idea. (he approaches the dog and scratches its head) Good doggie Spike! (Spike turns over on his back). Okay, guys, he's ready. Phil and Lil, get the diaper. Chuckie, you put on the powder.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Phil and Lil: Right!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: Okay!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Good doggy!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(Phil and Lil try to put on the diaper while Chuckie sprays him with powder. Spike's tail wags.)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Lil: Hey, Spike's tail is in the way!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Phil: (getting hit on the head with Spike's flailing tail) Duh, I'm getting dizzy. (his eyes spin)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Chuckie, hold him! My arms "is" getting tired.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: Okay, Tommy! There now, come on, Spike. Good doggie! Give me your tail. (grabs it and Phil and Lil tape the diaper onto Spike) Done!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Lil: Done!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Phil: Done!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Done! Good boy, Spike. (Spike sniffs the diaper and tears it off with his teeth immediately, growling) Bad boy, Spike.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: Now, Tommy! As good daddies, we have to always say nice stuff to him.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Oh, sorry, Chuckie! You're right.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Lil: What do we do now?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: Well, I know what my daddy did.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(cut to Spike sleeping in the backyard; the kids put a baby potty near Spike)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Come on, you guys! Help me get Spike on the seat!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(they place him on the seat as he sleeps)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Now what, Chuckie?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: Now we wait until he has to go. And then we all tell him what a good boy he is and how proud we are that he's using the potty.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Uh, that sounds easy.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Phil and Lil: Yeah!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(time lapse indicated by a jump cut; Spike is still sleeping on the potty)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Lil: (sighs) I'm getting hungry.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Phil: I'm gettin'... (yawns) sleepy. (sighs)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: Oh. I can't feel my toes. (he moves his feet a little bit)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Well, guys, we have to wait 'til Spike has to- (Spike wakes up and stretches) Hey, he's movin'. He's doin' it. He's doin' it.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(Spike sits down on the potty. The kids cheer, Spike sees the tree, and makes a dash for it and pees on the tree)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Oh, no! (the kids scream at the dog)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: Bad doggie, Spike! Very bad doggie!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(cut to kids dragging Spike to the bathroom, straining)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: We should have thought of this before, you guys! Spike's a big boy doggie and he needs to use the big boy potty! Phil, you open the potty while we get Spike up there.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Phil: Okay! (opens the seat)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Okay, Spike. Come on boy! Up here. Good doggy! Sit on the potty!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(Spike doesn't move)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Lil: What's the matter?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Phil: How come he's not paying attention?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: He just doesn't know what to do. Spike's never used the potty before.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Lil: Maybe he needs someone to show him how.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(all the kids stare at Chuckie. His eyes shift nervously.)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: Oh, okay. But I'm only going to pretend to go. And everybody has to cover your eyes while I'm climbing up there.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Oh, sure, Chuckie!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(The kids cover their eyes. Spike is still looking, until Chuckie pushes Spike's head away; Chuckie climbs onto the toilet seat)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: (panting) Okay, you can turn around now.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(kids turn around; Tommy turns Spike's head back to Chuckie)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: Now then, Spike, as you can see, I'm sitting on the potty. It's a, um, it's a very comfortable and, um, it's, uh, a much "more" better place to go potty than the tree. (He holds up a finger for emphasis. He hears water dripping from the leaky faucet) Okay, so when I want to go potty, I just (stammers) close my eyes and um, (stammers), uh-oh.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: What's the matter, Chuckie?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: Oh, I really "hafta" go potty again!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Lil: So why don't you just go?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: I can't! Not while you guys are in the room.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: What should we do?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: Agh, you guys' gotta go. Wah, hurry! Open the door, open the door!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: I can't reach. It's too high. (trying to get the door knob; Tommy is moaning; Phil and Lil hoist Tommy up to get to the knob) Help me up, you guys! Quick!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(Stu enters with a wrench; Tommy, Phil, Lil, and Spike run out)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Stu: Hey, Chuckie? You ready to use your big boy potty now? Deed! He's ready!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(Chuckie runs out the door, panting)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Stu: Chuckie? Where are you going?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(cut to Didi taking the baby potty in from the backyard)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Didi: Now how did this get outside? (Spike runs past her) What in the world? Spike?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(the kids run past her)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(cut to Spike by the tree, lifting his leg and relieving himself)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Spike, no!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: Hey, hey! Where did my potty go?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(parents peer outside from the kitchen)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: Well, I guess they changed the rules again.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: Uh, that's good, 'cause I really, really have to go now, and I don't care if you guys watch or not. (he walks over to the tree) Ah, move over, Spikey! (Spike looks at him in surprise)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(goes to the bathroom on the tree; sigh of relief and giggles)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Tommy: You know, guys! That kind of looks like fun.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Phil and Lil: Yeah!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(they all walk towards the tree)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Didi: Stu! Call Lipschitz! I think we've got a problem.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">(cut to the kids peeing on the tree; the kids are laughing and Phil stands on one leg)

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:TimesNewRoman;line-height:normal;font-size:medium;">Chuckie: Good boy, Spike! Good boy!