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| - Phil: Flubdore, nine o'clock! Slime him Lil! Lil: Feeling lucky, Flubdore? Phil: Excellent spewage Lil. Lil: Hyperspace Phil! Reptar Game: Monsters are munching. Betty: You munch me, I munch back. He never stood a chance. Oh jeez, we gotta get going. Hey twins, come on, shake a leg, you two. Principal: (on loudspeaker) Salutations, beloved students. Will the person who wrote "O'Keefe loves Pangborn" on the gymnasium floor, please erase it, immediately! Lil reaches for a tray. She accidently bumps into Brett. Brett: Sorry. Lil: No problem. Cashier: Well, if it ain't the bookends. (blows her nose) $5.83 for you two. Lil: We'll be paying seperately. I have my own money. Phil: Uh me too. (reaches in his pockets for money, but doesn't get any) Just not today. Phil: Thanks, I'll pay you back. As soon as that no-allowance-for-a-month thing is over. How was I suppose to know Kimi's great aunt was in that vase? They should label that stuff. Diane: Hey Lil! Over here! Lil: (to Phil) I'll catch up to you later. Dil: Liverwurst, olives, and peanut butter and cucumber pie. No! Cake! With a hint of red licorice....no, black. Chuckie: How do you do that? It's like you have a third nostril. Dil: Hey, Phil. (sniffs his meal, still blindfolded) Went with the spaghetti, huh? Phil: Whatever. Tommy: Hey, where's Lil? Phil: Over there; she'll "catch up later." Diane: Did I tell you about my party this Friday? It's boy-girl, but only the cool ones. And we decided we kinda like you. So you wanna come? Lil: Sure! Brett: Don't forget to tell her about you know who. Lil: Who? Diane: Your brother. No offense, but he's like "S.I.", as in socially inept. Brett: Not to mention hygenically challenged. Dil: Definately fish taco. Phil: I can't believe Lil missed it! Diane: For twins, you two are super different. But in a good way. Brett: In a really good way. Diane: So Lil, there is like no chance your brother would like crash my party, is there? Lil: No way! Phil totally respects my boundaries. Phil: Hey Lil! You'll never believe it! Dil sniffed my armpit and thought it was fish! Brett: (slurps up noodles sloppily) That's gross, dude. Phil: Wha-what?! Lil: Wait Brett, you guys don't have to leave. Leslie: Like we said, "S.I.". Lil: You are so socially inept! Phil: You used to love to play "What's my smell?" Lil: Like a gazzilion years ago! Phil: Don't you mean quadrogillion? (Lil turns away angrily) Come on! You're supposed to say "megaquatrillion." Lil: I am not playing that dumb game. Phil: You never thought it was dumb before. Lil: Phillip! Just grow up! (she leaves) Phil: So your saying I'm immature!? Dil: Weird-o-rama! It's corinthian leather, but it smells like egg salad! Phil: That is so immature! (takes the shoe and sniffs it) Cat butt. Duh. (leaves) Dil: (sniffs it again) Oh yeah. Betty: She's gonna blow! Betty: Chazzy, I am clearly off my game. Chazz: But on my pelvic bone. Betty: My vacation isn't coming a minute too soon. "Nick and Dick's Twins Canyon Resort" is calling my name. Chazz: (cleans his glasses) Aren't you tired of that place yet? Betty: Are you off your bean? Bring twins, get in free, you do the math. And I'm telling you Chazz, it's a lap of luxury, times two. For us, vacations and Twins Canyon go together like....Phil and Lil. Pangborn: And remember, day two of the mandatory President's Physical Fitness Test is tomorrow! Push ups! Pull ups! Sit ups! I want our school to kick this test to the mat! Chuckie: This test is stupid and humilliating! I can't even do the simpliest rope climb. Tommy: Chuckie, you made it almost to the top. Chuckie: Only cause Pangborn pushed me halfway up! Pangborn: Come on ladies! Climb! Climb! Climb! Chuckie: Why doesn't the president ask me to do an equation or make a diorama? Tommy: Come on Chuckie, it's just a test. No biggy. Chuckie: Hugie! It'll be completely embrassing, like phys-ed always is, and tomorrow it'll be the same and the day after that! I am tired of being the uncordinated disaster! Tommy: Ah stop, Chuckie, your exaggerat... Tommy: Okay maybe a little uncordinated. Mr. Beaker: Morning. Sit down... (Phil sits at Mr. Beaker's desk) on your chairs this time. Now, ignore my mumbling as I write on the board. Enjoy my back. Brett: So, Friday night's gonna be prime, huh? Lil: Yeah, can't wait. Brett: So anyway, you think you would... Brett: (reading) "There's something hanging from your left nostril. The Snot Sargent." Oh man. Phil: Pick me a winner Brett. (laughs) Lil: (disgusted) Phillip! Phil: So you wanna play Alien Elimanator after school? Lil: Get away from me! Now! Phil: I'll take that as a "maybe"... Phil: Okay, a "no". Mr. Beaker: Wonderful. It's time now for everyone's favorite annual event: science projects -- and everyone gets a partner. Brett and Britney, howdy partners. Next the dynamic duo, Phil and Lil. Maybe you two should do a double helix project. Get it? Twins, double. Please hold your applause. Lil: (slams her hands on the desk, now angry) Why are we partners on every project? It's always Phil and Lil this! Phil and Lil that! Newsflash! We're not two heads on one body! We are just two seperate people who happen to live in the same house. He's Phil and I'm Lil. Two names, seperated by the word "and". I am a thinking, breathing, independent individual and he's... Phil. From now on think about me without Phil! Okay? Lil: (yelling) Okay?! Lil: Uh-huh, yeah....no way! He actually said that? Phil: Would you get off the phone? Lil: (on phone) So what are you gonna wear? Phil: Lil. Lil: (on phone) Let me call you back. (hangs up) What do you want? Phil: I wanna know how long you plan on vacationing on the planet Mondo Weirdo. Lil: I am not being mondo weird! Phil: Yes you are! You don't wanna play anything, you're yelling at me, and your freaking out in front of everyone at school. Just tell me this phase is almost over! Lil: First of all, I am sorry if I embarrassed you. Second of all, this isn't a phase! This is real life. I am not doing this twin thing anymore, little brother. Phil: Little brother! Give me a break! So you're two minutes older. Lil: Do you know what that is in girl years? Now do you mind?! Betty: Okay twinnies, it's that time when you choose which matching outfits your gonna where to Twins Canyon. Howard: They are our free ticket in. Betty: They just opened the Vomitator 3. Which of course your father will watch from a safe distance. Lil: (shocked and horrified upon seeing the shirts) I can't wear those clothes! Betty: Aw jeez, it was a two for one sale. Lil: I am not wearing any clothes there. Howard: But Lil, it's not a nudie place. It's Twins Canyon. Lil: (angry) Ugh! Twins this, twins that! Phil Lil! It's never even Lil and Phil! There's too much "we"; not enough "me"! I am not wearing anything to that place because I am not going! Tommy: Ah you guys, you think it's possible to get shin splints in your shoulder? Phil: Tommy, you're not listening. One minute, we're twins and everything's fine. And the next, it's "me", not "we". I mean, what's up with that? Dil: Maybe a prehistoric mother worm laid her eggs in Lil's brain. Chuckie: Hey, sweat heads. Tommy: Why weren't you in gym, Chuckie? Chuckie: I was exercising my right to say no to the President and his stupid test. I made a statement by refusing to show up. Tommy: (shocked) Chuckie Finster skipped a class? Chuckie: Actually I was hanging out in the nurse's office. Tommy: You call pretending you're sick making a statement? Chuckie, this test is important. Chuckie: Maybe to you. It's like all that stuff we sweated over our whole lives. Remember in third grade, the book report and macaroni box we did? Well guess what. Landfill, Tommy, landfill! And the fourth grade state capital test? Oskosh, Trenton, Timbucktu. Who cares! Phil: It's like that "e-before-i" thing. Like I'm ever gonna use that. Tommy: You could get in serious trouble. Chuckie: So what? I've been humiliated year after year and now my suffering's over! Today I am taking a stand for coordinately-challenged kids eveywhere! (a basketball lands on his head, so Tommy catches him when he falls backwards) Tommy: And tomorrow? Chuckie: Tommy, don't ruin my moment. Howard: How about one twin half price? One twin dresses as both twins? One twin holding a picture of the other twin? Betty: (to Howard) Just because one twin wants to assert her independence and doesn't want to come, doesn't mean she doesn't exist. Besides, that leaves an extra seat on the Vomitator Three... (to man on phone) Yeah... well, "tough sticky buns" to you too! Jeez! (hangs up) This is awful. Howard: I know, we even have to have another set of twins or actually pay for a vacation. Betty: No Howie, we have a bigger problem than a lost vacation. Our little Lil is sad. Howard: Right. Betty: She wants to be treated like her own person, and that's fair. Although I am gonna miss seeing you on the tea cups of torture. Lil: Hi Diane, what's up?. Hey Brett, how you doing? Betty: I'm doing pretty good. Lil: (flinches) Ahh! Betty: I get that a lot. Lil: What's up? Betty: Look pup, here it is in a nutshell. We want to apolgize for treating you and Philly like a single package all the these years. You gotta cut us some slack, you two came into our world at the same time. Lil: One of us came two minutes earlier, thank you very much. Betty: And that same one is growing up a little faster. So lay it on me, what can me and your father do to make you, Lillian Marie Jill DeVille, feel like you have your own identity, huh? Video Game: You have been vaporized. Phil: Anyone here wanna be my co-pilot? Dil: Reporting for duty. Sir! Phil: Okay, anyone else wanna be my co-pilot? Dil: Phil, I've been thinking, and it seems we have the same problem -- we're both suddenly twinless. Phil: Uh, Dil? You've never been a twin. Dil: Exactly; it's one more thing I can check off my "to do" list. Sure I've never twinned before, but what the heck? Plus it works out; you need a Lil and I'm a Dil. Phil: F.Y.I. Banana Head, I still have Lil. Dil: But she bailed. I can be a better twin. More hands on. Video Game: You have been vaporized. Dil: We can do this all day, huh twinny? Phil: What? Phil: (sees Lil gathering her things) What's going on? Lil: I'm moving out. Phil: What? Lil: Mom and Dad said I could move in to the office "slash" workout room. Howard: I'll miss that room. Phil: So your just gonna leave me here by myself? Wasn't anyone gonna tell me? Betty: Oh boy. Twin problems come in twos. Calm down Philly, Lil gets her own room but think about it, so do you, and the computer stays here. And you finally have room for that basketball hoop you've always wanted, and you can paint the place any color you like, except tangerine cause it makes your father wig out. (Phil looks sad) It's not like you lost her, she's just across the hall. Howard: Ow! Betty: Snap out of it Howie, setting up my thighinator machine is a lot harder that plugging in your calculator. Dil: Hey brother, let's get busy. Okay, ready -- who am I? Phil: I don't look like that. And I don't walk like that. Dil: Hey who know's better than your twin? So I thought we could bond over some before-school spitting. Phil: Nah, that's kind of mine and Lil's thing. She's the champ, she once hocked it across the street. Dil: Okay, we won't spit, but hey, it's time for shirts! Dil: Say twins! Tommy: So where you hiding out today? Janitor's closet? Chuckie: No, I told you, I am publically refusing to take that test. Pangborn: Come on Ladies! Chuckie: Uh-oh here comes Pangborn, I'll be hiding in the bathroom. (heads for the bathroom) Dil: I know what your thinking, cause I got that twin ESP thing going. Phil: Okay, what am I thinking? Dil: That this twin thing is working. (holds his hand up for a high-five) Meet me up top! Phil: Dil, we gotta slow this twin thing down. It's not like your not trying. I mean that mash potato sculpture of us arm in arm was pretty cool. I hated to eat it. Dil: You ate the sculpture? Phil: I saved the ears. They're in the freezer. Dil: Say no more. In the world of twins, when you eat the potato sclupture, you've said good bye. Phil: Uh, I guess your right. Dil: It's okay, I understand. It's time I was moving on. Somewhere out there are real twins, yearning to make me their triplet. (walks away) Phil: (quietly) Yes! Pangborn: Ladies, come on! Come on! Come on! (walks up to Tommy and Phil, where they're doing push-ups) Where's Finster? Tommy: Uh when you say Finster, do you mean Elliot Finster, or Fritzi Finster, or, or, Four Finger Finster? Pangborn: Can it Pickles! Or should I say, jar it!? Tommy: Ha ha ha! Good joke, sir. Never heard that one before. Chuckie: Help! Lil: So my outfit for the party is all set. It's hanging in my room. Did I tell you I got my own room? Diane: Way to go girl! Pangborn: Finster, come out, come out where ever you are. Chuckie: I never thought it would end like this, I wonder what they'll say about me in the school paper? I wonder what picture they'll use? I hope it's one from before I got my braces. Chuckie: Oh look a shark... (frightened) A shark? (screams) Pangborn: Finster! What happened? What are you doing in here? Chuckie: Drowning, sir. Oh, and not taking the test. Pangborn: Of course you're not, I can see that. I can also see some of the best controsity and physicallity since I wrestled a Boise Bloodletter in '88. One heck of a match. Chuckie: Um, Mr. Pangborn, could you help me down please? Pangborn: Oh right. Tommy: You held it for over an hour? That's amazing Chuckie! Chuckie: (wrings out a bit of his hair) Yep, and I think by tomorrow I'll be able to put my arms down. (a small, yellow bird perches on his left hand) Tommy: What you did was probably even harder than the Presidential Fitness Test. Pangborn: Okay Finster, take a day for your arms to heal. Chuckie: (gives two thumbs-ups) Thanks Mr. Pangborn. Pangborn: I'll just plan on you taking the test tomorrow. Chuckie: (bends down in disappointment) Oh. Howard: Lil, there's someone here for you! Diane: Hey girlfriend! You look awesome. Lil: Thanks, you too. Let's hit it. Howard: Well I think you two both look awesome and... and "rad". Phil: We got some really cool posters and a model. Lil: We'll we're going to the party now. Bye. Phil: Don't shoot punch out your nose! Betty: Have fun. Call if you need us. Howard: Worried? Betty: Nah, she's growing up just fine. Lil: Great party, Diane. Diane: Thanks. I opened all the bags of chips myself. Lil: What a workout. Diane: You're funny. I'm so glad I invited you. Lil: Yeah me too. Leslie: All the right kids are here. Diane: Yeah. No lame-brains or dorks. Oh by the way, where is your brother tonight? Lil: Not here! Diane: He really is a boob isn't he? Leslie: My vote is for immature slob. Brett: Are you talking about Phil? He's like totally obnoxious in class. Lil: Not all the time. Diane: Not to mention gross and smelly. Leslie: This is fun! And he's really goofy looking too. Lil: Not like I'm standing up for him or anything, but it's sometimes fun to be gross. And you know Phil and I are twins so if you thinks he's goofy looking, than I guess you think I am too. Diane and Leslie: No, no, no... Brett: We weren't saying that. Leslie: It's not like you don't know this, right? I mean, Phil is kind of a jerk. Lil: Hey! I can call him a jerk or a slob, but you guys can't. You don't even know him! He can actually be cool sometimes and fun and funny and loyal. Brett: Sorry. We didn't mean.... Lil: The twin thing is a really strong bond and kind of magnetic. Like I can feel it right now! Great party, gotta go! Lil: Hey. Phil: Hey, what are you doing back? Lil: I just felt like coming home. You okay? Phil: Yes, Dr. Lil. I'm fine, kinda doing my own thing, you know being "me" not "we". Lil: I just wanted to say....you will always be my twin. I just need my own space. And now we both got some. So everything cool with us. Phil: Yeah. Lil: Good, cause we're gonna need each other to get into Twins Canyon. Phil: Yeah! Now get out of my room! Phil: Ewww. Lil: Here we are on our oh-so-glorious vacation at Twins Canyon, wearing our happening outfits. Dil: Would've looked better on me. Phil: This section is called "Howard Hurls". He shoots... (Howard vomits into a trashcan) he scores! Phil: That's nothing, check this one out. The Vomitator delievered! Lil: Meanwhile, I was doing what your supposed to do on vacation. Absolutely nothing. Phil: It's like what she does best. Lil: We did promise our parents we do one activity together. Phil:Is this gonna be some girl thing I'm really gonna hate? Lil: You'll see. Phil: It turned out to be pretty cool. Lil: See Phil I know what you like. Phil: Oh and you don't? Lil: Well some habits are hard to break. Phil: Flubdore, nine o'clock! Slime him Lil! Lil: Feeling lucky, Flubdore? Phil: Excellent spewage Lil. Lil: Hyperspace Phil! Reptar Game: Monsters are munching. Betty: You munch me, I munch back. He never saw it coming. Oh we gotta get going. Come on twins, shake a leg. Principal: (on loudspeaker) Salutations, beloved students. Will the person who wrote "O'Keefe loves Pangborn" on the gymnasium floor, please erase it, immediately! Lil reaches for a tray. She accidently bumps into Brett. Brett: Sorry. Lil: No problem. Cashier: Well, if it ain't the bookends. $5.83 for you two. Lil: We'll be paying seperately. I have my own money. Phil: Uh me too. Just not today. Phil: Thanks, I'll pay you back. As soon as that no-allowance-for-a-month thing is over. How was I suppose to know Kimi's great aunt was in that vase. They should label that stuff. Diane:Hey Lil! Over here! Lil: (to Phil) I'll catch up to you later. Dil: Liverwurst, olives, and peanut butter and cucumber pie. No! Cake! With a hint of red licorice....no, black. Chuckie: How do you do that? It's like you have a third nostril. Dil: Hey, Phil, went with the spaghetti, huh? Phil: Whatever. Tommy: Hey, where's Lil? Phil: Over there; she'll catch up later. Diane: Did I tell you about my party this Friday? It's boy-girl, but only the cool kids. And we decided we kinda like you. So you wanna come? Lil:Sure! Brett: Don't forget to tell her about you know who. Lil: Who? Diane: Your brother. No offense, but he's like "S.I.", as in socially inept. Brett: Not to mention hygenically challenged. Dil: Definately fish tacos. Phil: I can't believe Lil missed it. Diane: For twins, you two are super different. But in a good way. Brett: In a really good way. Diane: So Lil, there is like no chance your brother would like crash my party, is there? Lil: No way! Phil totally respects my boundaries. Phil: Hey Lil! You'll never believe it! Dil sniffed my armpit and thought it was fish! Brett: That's gross, dude. Phil: What?! Lil: Wait Brett, you guys don't have to leave. Brett: Like we said, "S.I.". Lil: You are so socially inept! Phil: You used to love to play "What's my smell?". Lil: Like a gazzilion years ago! Phil: Don't you mean quadrogillion? Come on, your supposed to say megaquatrillion. Lil: I am not playing that dumb game. Phil: You never thought it was dumb before. Lil: Phillip! Just grow up! (she leaves) Phil: So your saying I'm immature! Dil: Weird-o-rama! It's corrintian leather, but it smells like egg salad! Phil: That is so immature! (takes the shoe and sniffs it) Cat butt. Duh. Betty: She's gonna blow! Betty: Chazzy, I am clearly off my game. Chazz: But on my pelvic bone. Betty: My vacation isnt' coming a minute too soon. "Nick and Dick's Twins Canyon Resort" is calling my name. Chazz: Aren't you sick of that place yet? Betty: Are you off your bean? Bring twins, get in free, you do the math. And I'm telling you Chazz, it's a lap of luxury, times two. For us, vacations and Twins Canyon go together like....Phil and Lil. Pangborn: And remember, day two of the mandatory President's Physical Fitness Test is tomorrow! Push ups! Pull ups! Sit ups! I want our school to kick this test to the mat! Chuckie: This test is stupid and humilliating! I can't even do the simpliest rope climb. Tommy: Chuckie, you made it almost to the top. Chuckie: Only cause Pangborn pushed me halfway up! Pangborn: Come on ladies! Climb! Climb! Climb! Chuckie: Why doesn't the president ask me to do an equation or make a diorama? Tommy: Come on Chuckie, it's just a test. No biggy. Chuckie: Phooey! It'll be completely embrassing, and phys-ed always is, and tomorrow it'll be the same and the day after that! I am tired of being the uncordinated disaster! Tommy: Chuckie, stop your exaggerating. Tommy: Okay maybe a little uncordinated. Mr. Beaker: Morning. Sit down, find your chairs this time. Now, ignore my mumbling as I write on the board. Enjoy my back. Brett: So, Friday night's gonna be prime, huh? Lil: Yeah, can't wait. Brett: So anyway, you think you would... Brett: (reading) "There's something hanging from your left nostril. The Snot Sargent." Oh man. Phil: Pick me a winner Brett. Lil: (disgusted) Phillip! Phil: So you wanna play Alien Elimanator after school? Lil: Get away from me! Now! Phil: I'll take that as a "maybe"... Phil: Okay, a "no". Mr. Beaker: Wonderful. It's time now for everyone's favorite annual event: science projects -- and everyone gets a partner. Brett and Britney, howdy partners. Next the dynamic duo, Phil and Lil. Maybe you two should do a double helix project. Get it? Twins, double. Please hold your applause. Lil: (angry) Why are we partners on every project? It's always Phil and Lil this! Phil and Lil that! Newsflash! We're not two heads on one body! We are just two seperate people who happen to live in the same house. He's Phil and I'm Lil. Two names, seperated by the word "and". I am a thinking, breathing, independent individual and he's... Phil. From now on think about me without Phil! Okay? Lil: (yelling) Okay? Lil: Uh-huh, yeah....no way! He actually said that? Phil: Would you get off the phone. Lil: (on phone) So what are you gonna wear? Phil: Lil. Lil: (on phone) Let me call you back. (hangs up) What do you want? Phil: I wanna know how long you plan on vacationing on the planet Mondo Weirdo. Lil: I am not being mondo weird! Phil: Yes you are! You don't wanna play anything, you're yelling at me, and your freaking out in front of everyone at school. Just tell me this phase is almost over! Lil: First of all, I am sorry if I embarrassed you. Second of all, this isn't a phase! This is real life. I am not doing this twin thing anymore, little brother. Phil: Little brother! Give me a break! So you're two minutes older. Lil: Do you know what that is in girl years? Now do you mind? Betty: Okay twinnies, it's that time when you choose which matching outfits your gonna where to Twins Canyon. Howard: They are our free ticket in. Betty: They just opened the Vomitator 3. Which of course your father will watch from a safe distance. Lil: I can't wear those clothes! Betty: Aw jeez, it was a two for one sale. Lil: I am not wearing any clothes there. Howard: But Lil, it's not a nudie place. It's Twins Canyon. Lil: (angry) Twins this, twins that. It's always Phil and Lil! It's never even Lil and Phil! There's too much "we"; not enough "me"! I am not wearing anything to that place because I am not going! Tommy: Ah you guys, you think it's possible to get shin splints in your shoulder? Phil: Tommy, you're not listening. One minute, we're twins and everything's fine. And the next, it's "me", not "we". I mean, what's up with that? Dil: Maybe a prehistoric mother worm laid her eggs in Lil's brain. Chuckie: Hey sweatheads. Tommy: Why weren't you in gym, Chuckie? Chuckie: I was exercising my right to say no to the President and his stupid test. I made a stand by refusing to show up. Tommy: Chuckie Finster skipped a class? Chuckie: Actually I was hanging out in the nurse's office. Tommy: You call pretending you're sick making a statement? Chuckie, this test is important. Chuckie: Maybe to you. It's like all that stuff we sweated over our whole lives. Remember in third grade, the book report and macaroni box we did? Well guess what. Landfill, Tommy, landfill! And the fourth grade state capital test? Oskosh, Trenton, Timbucktu. Who cares! Phil: It's like that "e-before-i" thing. Like I'm ever gonna use that. Tommy: You could get in serious trouble. Chuckie: So what. I've been humiliated year after year and now my suffering's over! Today I am taking a stand for coordinately-challenged kids eveywhere! Tommy: And tomorrow? Chuckie: Tommy, don't ruin my moment. Howard: How about one twin half price? One twin dresses as both twins? One twin holding a picture of the other twin? Betty: (to Howard) Just because one twin wants to assert her independence and doesn't want to come, doesn't mean she doesn't exist. Besides, that leaves an extra seat on the Vomitator open... (to man on phone) Yeah... well, "tough sticky buns" to you too! (hangs up)Jeez! This is awful. Howard: I know, we even have to have another set of twins or actually pay for a vacation. Betty: No Howie, we have a bigger problem than a lost vacation. Our little Lil is sad. Howard: Right. Betty: She wants to be treated like her own person, and that's fair. Although I am gonna miss seeing you on the tea cups of torture. Lil: Hi Diane, what's up?. Hey Brett, how you doing? Betty: I'm doing pretty good. Lil: Ahh! Betty: I get that a lot. Lil: What's up? Betty: Look pup, here it is in a nutshell. We want to apolgize for treating you and Philly like a single package all the these years. You gotta cut us some slack, you two came into our world at the same time. Lil: One of us came two minutes earlier, thank you very much. Betty: And that same one is growing up a little faster. So lay it on me, what can me and your father do to make you, Lillian Marie Jill DeVille, feel like you have your own identity? Cut to video arcade, where Phil is playing Alien Elimanator alone. Video Game: You have been vaporized. Phil: Anyone here wanna be my co-pilot. Dil: Reporting for duty. Sir! Phil: Okay, anyone else wanna be my co-pilot? Dil: Phil, I've been thinking, and it seems we have the same problem -- we're both suddenly twinless. Phil: Uh, Dil? You've never been a twin. Dil: Exactly; it's one more thing I can check off my "to do" list. Sure I've never twinned before, but what the heck. Plus if it works out, you need a Lil and I'm a Dil. Phil: F.Y.I. Banana Head, I still have Lil. Dil: But she bailed. I can be a better twin. More hands on. Video Game: You have been vaporized. Dil: We can do this all day, huh twinny? Phil: What? Lil: Mom and Dad said I could move in to the office "slash" workout room. Howard: I'm gonna miss that room. Phil: So your just gonna leave me here by myself? Wasn't anyone gonna tell me? Betty: Twin problems come in twos. Calm down Philly, Lil gets her own room but think about it, so do you, and the computer stays here. And you finally have room for that basketball hoop you've always wanted, and you can paint the place any color you like, except tangerine cause it makes your father wig out. It's not like you lost her, she's just across the hall. Howard: Ow! Betty: Snap out of it Howie, setting up my thighinator machine is a lot harder that plugging in your calculator. Dil: Hey brother, let's get busy. Okay, ready -- who am I? Phil: I don't look like that. And I don't walk like that. Dil: Hey who know's better than your twin. So I thought we could bond over some before-school spitting. Phil: Nah, that's kind of mine and Lil's thing. She's the champ, she once hocked it across the street. Dil: Okay, we won't spit, but hey, it's time for shirts! Dil: Say twins! Tommy: So where you hiding out today? Janitor's closet? Chuckie: No, I told you I am publically refusing to take that test. Pangborn: Come on Ladies! Chuckie: Uh-oh here comes Pangborn, I'll be hiding in the bathroom. Dil: I know what your thinking, cause I got that twin ESP thing going. Phil: Okay, what am I thinking? Dil: That this twin thing is working. Meet me up top! Phil: Dil, we gotta slow this twin thing down. It's not like your not trying. I mean that mash potato sculpture of us arm in arm was pretty cool. I hated to eat it. Dil: You ate the sculpture? Phil: I saved the ears. They're in the freezer. Dil: Say no more. In the world of twins, when you eat the potato sclupture, you've said good bye. Phil: Uh, I guess your right. Dil: It's okay, I understand. It's time I was moving on. Somewhere out there are real twins, yearning to make me their triplet. Cut to the boy's bathroom, where Chuckie is hiding out. He stands on a toilet seat, so he can look out the window, but he loses his balance, so he grabs a pipe overhead -- which breaks and started to flood the bathroom. Pangborn: Line up! Come on Ladies! Where's Finster? Tommy: Uh when you say Finster, do you mean Elliot Finster, or Fritzi Finster, or, or, Four Finger Finster? Pangborn: Can it Pickles! Or should I say, jar it! Tommy: Ha ha ha! Good joke, sir. Never heard that one before. Chuckie: Help! Lil: So my outfit for the party is all set. It's hanging in my room. Did I tell you I got my own room? Diane: Way to go girl! Pangborn: Oh Finster, come out, come out where ever you are. Chuckie: Help!!! I never thought it would end like this, I wonder what they'll say about me in the school paper? I wonder what picture they'll use? I hope it's one from before I got my braces. Chuckie: Oh look a shark... (frightened) A shark?! (screams) Pangborn: Finster! What happened? What are you doing in here? Chuckie: Um, drowning, sir. Oh, and not taking the test. Pangborn: Of course you're not, I can see that! I can also see some of the best controsity and physicallity since I wrestled a Boise Bloodletter in '88. One heck of a match. Chuckie: Um, Mr. Pangborn, could you help me? Pangborn: Oh right. Tommy: You held it for over an hour? That's amazing Chuckie! Chuckie: Yep ,and I think by tomorrow I'll be able to put my arms down. Pangborn: Okay Finster, take a day for your arms to heal. Chuckie: Thanks Mr. Pangborn. Pangborn: I'll just plan on you taking the test tomorrow. Chuckie: Oh. Howard: Lil, there's someone here for you! Diane: Hey girlfriend! You look awesome. Lil: Thanks, you too. Let's hit it. Howard: Well I think you two both look awesome and... and "rad". Phil: We got some really cool posters and a model. Lil: We'll we're going to the party now. Bye. Phil: Don't shoot punch out your nose! Betty: Have fun. Call if you need us. Howard: Worried? Betty: Nah, she's growing up just fine. Lil: Great party, Diane. Diane: Thanks. I opened all the bags of chips myself. Lil: What a workout. Diane: You're funny. I'm so glad I invited you. Lil: Yeah me too. Leslie: All the right kids are here. Diane: Yeah. No lame-brains or dorks. Oh by the way, where is your brother tonight? Lil: Not here! Diane: He really is a boob isn't he? Leslie: My vote is for immature slob. Brett: Are you talking about Phil? He's like totally obnoxious in class. Lil: Not all the time. Diane: Not to mention gross and smelly. Leslie: This is fun! And he's really goofy looking too. Lil: Not like I'm standing up for him or anything, but it's sometimes fun to be gross. And you know Phil and I are twins so if you thinks he's goofy looking, than I guess you think I am too. Diane and Leslie: No, no, no... Brett: We weren't saying that. Leslie: It's not like you don't know this, right? I mean, Phil is kind of a jerk. Lil: Hey! I can call him a jerk or a slob, but you guys can't. You don't even know him! He can actually be cool sometimes and fun and funny and loyal. Brett: Sorr-y. We didn't mean.... Lil: The twin thing is a really strong bond and kind of magnetic. Like I can feel it right now! Great party, thanks, gotta go! Lil: Hey. Phil: Hey, what are you doing back? Lil: I just felt like coming home. You okay? Phil: Yes, Dr. Lil. I'm fine, kinda doing my own thing, you know being "me" not "we". Lil: I just wanted to say....you will always be my twin. I just need my own space. And now we both got some. So everything cool with us. Phil: Yeah. Lil: Good, cause we're gonna need each other to get into Twins Canyon. Phil: Yeah! Now get out of my room! Phil: Ewww. Gross! (smiles) Lil: Here we are on our oh-so-glorious vacation at Twins Canyon, wearing our happening outfits. Dil: Huh, would've looked better on me. Phil: This section is called "Howard Hurls". He shoots... (Howard vomits into a trashcan) he scores! Phil: That's nothing, check this one out. The Vomitator delivered! Lil: Meanwhile, I was doing what your supposed to do on vacation. Absolutely nothing. Phil: It's like what she does best. Lil: We did promise our parents we do one activity together. Phil:Is this gonna be some girl thing I'm really gonna hate? Lil: You'll see. Phil: It turned out to be pretty cool. Lil: See Phil I know what you like. Phil: Oh and you don't? Lil: Well some habits are hard to break.
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