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| - (Outside , leaves falling off the trees as Phil, Lil, and Tommy play in the yard; pan to inside the house, with Didi (Tommy's mom) getting juice ready for the babies to drink; Grandpa enters the kitchen with Chuckie in his arms) Grandpa: Well, Charles dropped Chuckie off. Looks like he's back on his feet. Didi: Hi, Chuckie. Are you over your little cold? Oh, that's good. Stu: Well, you'll all be glad to know that there won't be a leaf anywhere on a Pickles lawn this fall. Didi: Stu, I know that keeping our lawn leaf free is important to you, but - Grandpa: Important?! Hah! He's obsessed! He tried to wrap the trees in plastic last year! Stu: Well, that won't be necessary because I've just invented the ""Leaf Lifter""! (lifts machine over his head) A revolutionary, self propelled vacuum that automatically eliminates all leafy materials. Grandpa: I had a machine like that in my day. Called it a rake. Hehe... Come on sprout. Let's get you out in the fresh air Stu: I'm telling you Pop. As soon as we get a lawn full of leaves, you'll see that this is much better than a rake. Grandpa: Sure, sure... Stu: This is like "rake plus." (follows Grandpa back into kitchen with his machine) It's "auto-rake". It will set the whole leaf removal market on fire. Didi: Oh dear. Chuckie: Hi guys! Tommy: Oh, hi Chuckie. Wow, you look a lot better today. Chuckie: That's cause I'm not sick no more. Phil: You looked terrible the other day. Your face was all funny colored. Chuckie: Yeah, but now I'm all better. Lil: And you had stuff coming out of your mouth and ears. Chuckie: Yeah, but - Tommy: Remember your arms felt like Spike's nose? Chuckie: Well, a little Lil: And then you bent over and held your tummy and funny noises "comed" out of your mouth (makes a noise) like that. Chuckie: Oh, I don't feel so good. Phil: Yeah, you were that color. Didi: Here kids. I have some yummy apple juice for you Tommy: What's a matter Chuckie? Don't you want any apple juice? Chuckie: Um, maybe later. Right now, I think I'll just sit down. Stu: Any day now Pop! Just a few more leaves and varooomm! Leaf removal will never be the same. Grandpa: Ah ha! I'm still partial to the rake. Chuckie: What are you lookin' at Tommy? Lil: Did your ball fall into the sky? Tommy: No, it's the tree. Those leaves aren't the color they're supposed to be. Chuckie: (looking up and gasping) You're right, Tommy. They're a different color. Whenever I see leaves on trees, they're green. Tommy: What do you think happened. Phil: Maybe they jumped. Tommy: How come they turned that funny color? Lil: Maybe they're sick. Chuckie turned a funny color when he was sick. Chuckie: Oh, now that's silly. How can a tree get sick. (sees his spilled cup of apple juice) Oh no! It was me! I hurt the tree! Tommy: What are you talking about Chuckie? Chuckie: The apple juice! I spilled it on tree and now the tree is sick! Lil: Oh no! Oh look Chuckie! There's even more funny colored leaves up higher. Chuckie: Oh, I'm sorry tree! I didn't mean to hurt you. Tommy: Chuckie, it was only apple juice. Chuckie: Tommy, do you see any apples on this tree? This isn't an apple tree. Putting apple juice on this tree is like, is like giving birdfood to a "goldflish." Phil: Uh, you're not "asupposed" to do that. That must be why Flippy had to go to the hospital in the potty. Chuckie: What are we gonna do? Tommy: Maybe it needs medicine. Phil: What kind of medicine do you give a tree? Tommy: I once "hearded" my dad say this was Mabel's tree. Lil: Maybe we can find Mabel. She might have medicine for it. Chuckie: When I was sick, my dad gave me cough syrup. Maybe Mabel's tree just needs Mabel's syrup! Tommy: Mabel's syrup! I had that on my pancakes one time. Come on, let's go find some. Tommy: Hey guys! I think I found it. Lil: Looks like "pancapes" Tommy: Come on, let's try it. Lil: Is anything happening? Phil: I don't think so. But I'm gettin' kind of hungry for "pancapes". Tommy: Is it working Chuckie? Chuckie: I'm sorry tree! I'm sorry I made you sick and sticky! Tommy: Uh, don't cry Chuckie. Uh, maybe it just takes time. You'll see. We'll come out tomorrow and the tree will be all better. Chuckie: Are you sure? Tommy: Absolutely Chuckie: Tommy! You said it would be better tomorrow, and now it's tomorrow and it's "worser". Lil: Wow, I didn't know there were that many leaves on the tree. Tommy: Uh, uh, don't worry Chuckie. Uh, we'll figure out how to make the tree healthy again. Phil: How? Tommy: Well, uh, Chuckie turned a funny color when he got sick. But when he got all better, he was a regular color again, right. Lil: Right. Tommy: So, if we make the tree look like it did before it got sick, then it will be all better too. Phil: But to do that, we'll have to color all the leaves their regular color and put them all back on the tree. Tommy: Exactly, how hard could it be? Phil: This is hard. Tommy: We gotta keep going you guys. Lil: Can we use this color for the leaves? Chuckie: That's purple! We have to use green. That's the color leaves are when they're healthy. Lil: But I used up all my green crayons. Tommy: All mine are "broked." Lil: Oh, what are we gonna do? Tommy: There must be something green around here we can use. (sees Mom with green jello salad in the kitchen) Hmmm... Phil: My diaper's coming loose. Tommy: Can't stop now. Lil: Now, what do we do? Tommy: It's like a big crayon. Just pick some up and color on the "leafs." Chuckie: Ew, this crayon's too mushy. Lil: Yeah, it's just makin' my fingers sticky. Phil: (eating some) Yeah, but it tastes better than, uh, other things. Stu: Finally, sufficient depth of leaves to truly test the capabilities of the "Leaf Lifter". Didi: It's an awful lot of leaves, Stu. Even if your invention works, where are you going to put them all? Stu: Not a problem Deed. You see, this little vacuum packing attachment will condense a yard full of leaves into a block only slightly larger than my head. Didi: Oh, look at the kids, Stu. Standing over there with nothing to do. Why don't I pack up their lunch and you can take them to the park. The leaves will wait. Stu: Deed, if you don't start taking up leaves as soon as they hit the ground, you'll fall tragically behind in the quality of your leaf removal. It's a well known fact. Didi: Couldn't you just do it later? Stu: (sighs) Honey, if Benjamin Franklin had taken time away from inventing electricity, we'd all be burning whale oil right now! Didi: Oh, come on kids. I guess you'll just have to lunch here. Chuckie: What do we do now Tommy? Lil: Yeah, the mushy green crayon didn't work on the leaves. Tommy: Well, the ones that are falling off are the funny color right? Well, maybe if we just stick them back on the tree, they'll turn green again. Lil: What's that? Chuckie: Tommy, your dad's vacuum is eating all the leaves! Tommy: We gotta stop it or we'll never make the tree all better. Eat faster, you guys! Didi: Boy, you kids are hungry today. I'll get you some more. Chuckie: Oh, my tummy hurts.(sees backyard) Oh no! Phil: It "eated" up every leaf. Lil: Boy, I bet the vacuum's tummy hurts too! Tommy: Come on! We've got to find our leaves and get them back on the tree! Lil: Do you think they're in here? Tommy: Come on. Let's open it up. Chuckie: Oh, yay! We'll be done in no time, guys! Grandpa: Come on sprouts! Didi wants you down for a nap. Stu: Huh? Uh, hmmm... Didi: Stu! What happened? Stu: You know Deed. Maybe having a leaf free yard isn't so important! A few leaves are good. After all, leaves are what make autumn, autumn. Right? Didi: (putting a towel over Stu shoulders) Well I always thought so. Stu: Uh, I have an idea. Maybe I'll forget about the lawn and take the kids to the park. Didi: Well that would be wonderful! Grandpa: Have a nice time! Stu: Thanks Pop. Phil: Sorry Chuckie. Lil: We tried to make the tree all better. Chuckie: (sniffling) I know. Tommy: (looking out the window) Look Chuckie! Phil: Hey, all the trees are sick. Chuckie: But. but I couldn't make them all sick! Tommy: You're right Chuckie! You couldn't of. I don't think they're sick at all! Chuckie: You don't? Tommy: No! This has to just be something that trees do. Chuckie: Then that means we don't have to do anything about the leaves. Lil: I think we do! Chuckie: So it wasn't sick after all. Boy, is Mabel gonna be happy!
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