[theme music playing]
-[snoring] -[banging on door]
Do you always have to pound the door like that, Bamm-Bamm?
I don't have to, I just really like to. [crunches] Mmm.
So, you ready to go check out that new geyser in the Crags?
Uh, yeah. I heard that instead of smelling like rotten eggs,
this one smells like delicious, regular eggs.
I just can't shake this feeling
I have some other commitment I forgot about.
Mmm. Sounds like you need to do what I do.
-Never commit to anything. -Let's just go.
If it's important, I'm sure I'll remember it.
Pebbles? Oh, good. You didn't forget.
Um, why am I holding a baby?
You said you'd sit for Sally, remember?
You're gonna watch Baby Puddles
while we try that new health club, Spa-cano.
Oh, right.
Now, babysitting can get tricky. You do have experience, right?
Oh, she has loads of it.
-She babysits the Rubble boy all the time. -Huh?
Let's get going. [chuckles]
Our eyelids aren't going to cucumber themselves.
[Puddles fussing]
If Puddles starts getting fussy, just play her this music box.
It puts her right to sleep every time.
[crying loudly]
Looks like you got your hands full.
It's cool. I can check out the geyser alone.
No way. I'm not letting one little baby keep me cooped up in a cave.
You're not seriously gonna bring that baby to the Crags?
[singing] Say good night and no more tears
Take the sandman's hand, my dear
Follow you to a world of dreams...
See? Babies are easy.
[music box continues playing]
Say good night and no more tears
[whispering] Come on, let's go.
She's still sleeping like a baby.
But what if she wakes up and starts crying like a baby?
As long as the music keeps playing, we're set.
Dino, stay and watch Puddles.
Just bark if she wakes.
[muffled bark]
Close your eyes nothing to fear
[yawning]
Psst. Guys,
now's our chance to work on our side project.
Let's rock!
[playing rock music]
[yawns]
[screaming]
[giggling]
[laughing]
Well, at least we got our answer fast.
Yeah, that geyser's egg smell was definitely not delicious.
-[feedback] -[panting]
Dino, where'd the baby go?
[exclaiming]
-[Puddles giggling] -Wait, listen. I hear giggles.
[Puddles giggling]
-[all exclaim] -She's getting away. Come on!
[screams, giggles]
Look at that widdle face.
Oh, don't you just melt my heart.
[Puddles continues giggling]
I'm not one to judge,
but I think this is really bad babysitting.
Be quiet and follow that bird.
-Ooh. -[bird squawks]
[cooing]
[laughing]
What is it, a pygmy?
Looks like a cave person, but shrunken and more squishy.
-We should see if it tastes good. -[loud footsteps approaching]
[roaring]
Who is this puny giggler disturbing the realm of King T-Rocks?
[giggles]
We think it's some sort of cave ape larva, King T-Rocks.
A caveling? Who sent you?
[giggles]
We don't think it can talk. You know, because it's a baby.
Well, learn to talk or pay the price, bite-sized human.
Oh, no. King T-Rocks found her.
Of all the dinosaurs to run into,
she finds the one most likely to turn her into an hors d'oeuvres.
Not on my watch.
Please spare Baby Puddles.
She knows not of your fearsome mightiness, King T-Rocks.
[growls]
[babbling] T-Rocks! T-Rocks! T-Rocks!
What is the Puddle baby saying?
I think she's saying, "T-Rocks."
I thought this squishling couldn't speak.
[stammering] I think she just said her first word.
That is so...
-sweet! -T-Rocks!
Uh, sire, this cave baby is--
-Silence! -[rattling]
Little Puddles is trying to tell me something.
-[babbling] -Yes?
Mmm-hmm.
I think I understand.
Baby Puddles wants to come live in the Crags as my pet.
-[both] What? -She's not a pet.
She's a baby who needs to get home before her mom finds out about this
and I get grounded for the rest of my 30-year life expectancy.
Wrong! Puddles is my pet, and you are my prisoners.
Take them away.
My widdle-diddle cuddle-wuddle doesn't want to go home.
Does my... [blabbering]
I've got to be the worst babysitter in prehistory.
I don't know. She seems to be loving it.
[both laughing]
Again. The baby loves head trauma.
Fulfill her desires for bonking.
[both sigh]
-[Dino whimpering] -Hey, look, there's Dino.
Dino, head back to the tree house and bring the music box, ASAP.
-[barks] -You think he actually understood that?
He has to. He's our only hope.
Yeah, but...
This lullaby gig is the pits.
It's just until we get a record deal. It'll happen, you'll see.
[barking]
-I think he needs us to come help him. -[phone ringing]
Shh. I'm getting a call. Hello?
-[indistinct voice over telephone] -What?
We got a huge record deal? World tour?
Pyrotechnics?
[all cheering]
[barking]
[man] Hello? Hello? Are you guys still there?
-What was that chomping sound? -[line disconnects]
-Hey. -[giggling]
-Ow! -Ow!
-[groans] -My skull.
Yeah, my baby fun time kingdom is coming along nicely.
Sir, if turning the entire Crags into a play place for a cave toddler
is your desire, I am your most loyal subject.
Wait. What is that?
Give me that thing on your head.
[stammering] My rattle? It's part of my literal body.
I use it to find a wife. I just can't give...
[tearing sound]
[giggling]
She loves it. Whoo-hoo!
[sighs]
Puddles' mom is going to kill me.
Maybe she'll be proud to have a baby
who rules over a kingdom of blood-thirsty reptiles.
-[groaning] -Or not.
They all seem kind of unhappy about it.
Wait a second, Bamm-Bamm. You may be onto something.
Psst. You want Baby Puddles gone? Well, we need to get her home.
We could really help each other out.
Wait, you expect us to collude with our enemy against our own king?
[both giggling]
-[all agreeing] -It's actually not a bad idea.
But, first, we need you to untie us.
What? No, we don't. [grunts]
You could tear out of those vines this whole time?
-Uh, yeah. -Why didn't you do it earlier?
Eh, wanted to see how this would play out.
Whatever. Now, we just need that music box.
[Dino barks]
No, Dino, we needed what's inside the box, too.
[whimpers]
You need music? Oh, we can do music.
Great. Now, here's the plan.
[whispering indistinctly]
[both giggling]
Mammoths, Baby Puddles desires milk.
Bring back a warm supply of your finest lactose offering.
[mammoths sigh]
A song for our honored cavechild?
Hmm. What a great idea.
[playing gentle lullaby]
[yawning]
Oh, wonderful. Puddles slumbers in peace.
Mammoths, cancel that milk order.
She'll need it fresh-squeezed when she arises.
I command complete silence in the Crags!
[yawning]
[snoring]
Let's go.
-Thanks, y'all. -[all cheering]
[shushing]
Puddles? Where's my puddly-poo?
[roars loudly]
[crying]
-[babbling] -What's that, baby?
You want T-Rocks to what?
To eat your captives?
-[both] What? -Of course, I'll eat them.
Ooh, better yet, I'll chew them up and feed them to you,
just like Mama used to do for me.
-Oh, wow, yeah, that's not... -You ate your mom's spit?
Silence! Don't try to shame me
out of doing a perfectly normal loving act of parental nurturing.
-Right, Mama? -It wasn't normal.
It was weird and I never wanted to do it,
-but you insisted. -Silence!
There's nothing that'll stop me from chewing you up for my precious baby boo.
It's nummy time!
Uh, Baby Puddles?
Why are you making this face?
[Puddles farting, giggling]
-Whoo. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. -Oh, that is lethal.
Eh, what is that?
Sire, you know what it is.
[exclaims] Uh, on second thought,
since I am such a kind and merciful ruler,
whatever, just take the baby.
-But you just said... -[roars loudly]
[all screaming]
There, a fresh new diaper.
[Wilma] Pebbles, we're home.
So, how was the Spa-cano?
We were just talking on the way here
about how great it would be to do this every week.
[chuckling]
Yeah, you should.
Hey, where's my music box?
[gasps, gulps]
[burps]
-[rock music playing] -[all cheering]