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| - (Tommy and his friends listen to the radio.) Lil: I really like it when your grandpa listens to his talky-music box. Phil: Yeah, 'cause then I get to sing. La,la,la,la,la! Lil: I like to dance on my toes. Tommy: I just like to rock like my mommy does when we were in her rocking chair. What do you like to do, Chuckie? Chuckie: (Stammers) Well, sometimes I like to close my eyes, then I listen to the words and 'magine a whole story. Phil: Hey! I do that, too. Chuckie: You do? Lil: Yeah, like a picture book. Phil: Exactly! Well, excepts it's got no pages a-a-and it's not really there. Tommy: I guess we all do that. (looks at Dil) Do you think Dil 'magines a story when he listens to the words? Chuckie: I don't think so Tommy. I-I mean Dil's nice and everything, but when we were teaching him how to color, all he did was eat the crayons. Tommy: Yeah, but maybe he could still 'magine a story. Right, Dilly? You can 'magine stuff when you listen to the music, can't you? Music? Dil: Diapee! Phil: Well, I don't know about the music, but I guess he likes your grandpa singing. Disc Jockey: (on radio) That was Come Home, Tom Bailey, and I'm sure he will. And now here's a ditty some of our listeners danced to from the turn of the century -- Bicycle Built For Two. Lil: Hey, this is my favoritest song! Phil: Nah uh! It's my favoritest song. Lil: Is not, Phillip! Phil: Is so, Lillian! Lil: Well, I'm gonna show Dil what the song's about 'cause it's my favoritest song! Phil: No! I am 'cause it's my favoritest song! Phil: Lillian, Lillian. What are you trying to do? You're so dumb if you think that this trike's for you. Lil: I told you it's mine already. But you can have our teddy. Both: We'll look neat upon the seat of a trike that is not for you! Phil: Hey! Lil: Phillip, Phillip! What are we going to do? I don't wanna go on this trike with you. Phil: We could just try to share it. Both: Nah! Phil: Or maybe our mom can tear it. Both: We will look neat upon the seat of a trikes that are not for you! Phil: I said ...... Both: Not.....for....you! Grandpa: 2:00? I'm missin' my favorite medical show. And just when they're about to cover insomnia. Lil: Ahh, your grandpa's taking the talky-music box away. Tommy: Well, Dil's not paying attention to music, anyway. Chuckie: Maybe he just needs a song that's about something he knows. Phil: Like what, Chuckie? Chuckie: Like this. Tommy: Ahh, Chuckie, that's just a birthday card. Chuckie: It's not a regular birthday card. This is the specialest birthday card I ever got. My daddy gave it to me and it plays our favoritest song. Chuckie: He'll understand this song. It's about putting away your troubles so you can be happy. Tommy: Mmm, I'm not sure if he knows what troubles are. Chuckie: Sure, he does. Every kid's got troubles. Lil: I think he likes it, Chuckie. Chuckie: (gasps) It's not for eating, Dil.(Chuckie grabs the card from Dil.) I guess he needs me to sing the words. Chuckie: Pack up your troubles in your old kid bag and smile,smile,smile! Eww! Yuck! Blah! Ahh! Scoop up the scary things that make you sad and put 'em in a pile. (spoken) Hi, Aunt Miriam! Oh, no! Ahh! This stuff's never gonna fit! (back to singing) Everybody gets "ascared" sometimes, only at a while. (spoken) Come on, dad! (sings) So, pack up your troubles in your old kid bag and smile,smile,smile, oh yeah! Smile, smile.... Angelica: What are you yelling about, Finster?! Chuckie: Uh, I was singing to Dil. Tommy: We're trying to show Dil about music, Angelica. Lil: Yeah, we wanna see if he can make up pictures in his head and make-believe it. Angelica: Well, how do you 'spect him to do that if he has to listen to Finster's dumb song?You gotta sing a song about stuff he likes like candy or cookies or toys. Chuckie: I don't think I know a song like that. Angelica: That's why you babies are lucky to have me around. Angelica: Babies and gentlemen, interducing the 'mazin' Angelica Pickles! Angelica: Toyland! Toyland! Get out of my way in Toyland. While you're in my toyland, keep your fingers off, it's mine. Toyland! Toyland! I'm never bored of Toyland. While you're in my toyland, you gotta give me all your toys! Toyland! Toyland! I'm in charge of Toyland. It's not little girl or boy land. I'm the princess of the place! Toyland! Toyland! Dumb babies can't go to Toyland. It's only for the mostest beautiful girl in the world. (Sighing) Ah, yes! Tommy: Do you like that song, Dilly? Phil: Hey! He's thinkin' about it! Angelica: Told ya! Angelica: Ow! Dil: Yucky! Lil: I don't think he liked your song very much, Angelica. Angelica: Well, you can't except a dumb,dinky baby that just burps and drools to know anything about music. Tommy: That's not true, Angelica! He may be kinda yucky and he does sorta drool a lot. But, he can do lots of neat stuff,too. Well, I'll bet he didn't like those songs 'cause, (stammers) 'cause they're not about him. And I got the perfect song to prove it. Tommy: You make me like you if you know I was gonna... You know if I was gonna. You make me hug you when I didn't really wanna, just eat a banana. (Dil is seen eating a bowl full of banana baby food) You make me happy sometimes, sometimes you make me sad. (Tommy and Dil are seen in the kitchen as Dil is in the highchair while Tommy is standing next to him trying to grabbed the rattle from Dil. Dil then hits Tommy on the head as Tommy rubs his head) And sometimes, Dilly, you make me really mad! But even when you gots a stinky diapee, you're still a little brother that I care for. I guess you make me love you! Ooh-hoo! Chuckie: Tommy, look. I think he's doin' it. I think he's imaginin' something. Tommy: Oh, I think he's doin' something else. Phil: (Catching Dil's stench) Whoa! Tommy's right. Angelica: Told ya that little blob'll never 'preciate music. (Shouts) Aunt Didi! We gotta stinky baby in here! Didi: Whoa! I guess someone does need a diaper change. Come on, sweetie. Now how did you babies get this? Angelica: Yep. Just another dumb baby hoggin' up the air from us smart kids. Ha! And they thought he could 'magine stuff in that little jelly-bean shaped head of his. Tommy: I guess Angelica's right. Dil just can't 'magine music stories like we do. Didi: There. Isn't that better? Would you like to rock with mommy for a little while? Didi: Beautiful Dreamer, wake onto me. Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee. Sounds of the roodwore are heard in the day. Love by the moonlight have all passed away. Gone are the cares of life's busy throng. Beautiful Dreamer, wake onto me; Beautiful Dreamer, wake onto me.
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