[whimsical music]
- [chuckles]
♪ ♪
- [laughs]
- [whimpers]
♪ ♪
Whoa!
- [grunts]
[frog ribbits]
[laughter]
♪ ♪
[horn honks]
♪ ♪
- Ta-da!
[grunts]
- [laughs]
- Whoa! Ah!
- Aw.
♪ ♪
[vocalizing]
- Whoa-oh-oh!
Good job, junior carpenter.
- Wow, you fixed-ed it, Tommy.
- My trusty studriver can fix anything.
- Okay, Stu.
You've done this 500 times today.
Watch the blades.
Avoid the fire. Get to the door--
- Guess who I just got off the phone with.
- Game over. Your doors are closed.
- Deed!
I was this close to beating level 20.
- Oh--is this "Door Slam"?
- "Door Stop," Deed.
It's about an ordinary concierge,
transported to a universe of endless doors,
and I have to find out how to open each one.
Who were you on the phone with?
- Lady De-Clutter.
She'll be here any minute.
- Wait, isn't that the bossy lady
who convinces people to throw out their stuff?
- I think you mean the compassionate,
but firm woman who improves people's lives
through the art of organizing.
- I don't know, Deed. Our own personal organizer?
I mean, who needs that?
- We do.
- [laughs]
- Oh, I better clean up a bit before she gets here.
- Go ahead, but I'm keeping my video games,
even if you do call them toys.
- We'll see what the professional organizer says.
- Didi, that's--that's not funny.
Deed!
♪ ♪
- Did you hear that, Chuckie?
My mommy says the organizizer is gonna come
and take my daddy's toys.
- Why would she want to do that?
Doesn't she have her own toys?
- Di! Hey, kiddos.
Have fun, pups.
Is the phony here yet?
I came over as soon as I got your text.
I cannot wait to meet this Lady De-Clutter.
- Ah, she's here!
[dreamy music]
Lady De-Clutter! [laughs]
Thank you so much for coming.
I'm Didi Pickles, and this is my husband, Stu.
- [gasps]
The positive vibrational energy in my heart
recognizes the positive vibrational energy in yours.
- Boy, that sure is a lot of...
words.
- And this is my best friend Betty.
Come right in.
♪ ♪
- Hmm, ah, mm-hmm.
- Ooh.
- Hmm.
Oh.
I'm picking up a lot of
very low vibrational energy in here.
- Oh, good!
- No, that's bad.
- Oh. - None of that now,
Lady De-Clutter is here to set you on the path.
Didi, Stu, and, um,
Betty,
to the kitchen!
[playful music]
- Who's that bossy lady, Tommy?
- She's here to take my daddy's toys--
[gasps] And maybe my toys too.
- She was looking at your bear kind of funny.
- Don't worry, Teddy.
I'll never let no one take you.
Come on guys, we gots to hide my toys.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- [grumbles] - [laughs]
♪ ♪
- Sorry, Teddy.
Hold your nose.
- What about that one?
- This isn't a toy, it's my Stu-driver.
- Hide it in your hair, Phillip.
- Can't, Lillian.
Already storing a hot dog.
♪ ♪
[dreamy music]
- Uh, what's happening?
- Well, she's obviously feeling the energy of the kitchen.
Keep up, man.
- Shush!
- And now I ask the kitchen,
what do you wish to keep?
What is no longer serving your universal purpose?
- Why is that lady smelling the stuffs in your kitchen?
- I don't know, but I don't like it.
- Oh...
This blender no longer wishes to be here.
- Really?
I thought we got along quite well.
We make smoothies together every day.
- To keep it here would be to hold on to the past,
and we only deal in future energy.
- Well, you are the expert.
- Blender, we surrender you to the past.
- All this talk about energy makes me tired.
I'm gonna go play "Door Stop."
- Oh, yeah.
Did you just think I wouldn't come back?
I will beat you.
- Hm.
Hey, Stu. - Game over!
Your doors are closed! - Whoops, "Door Stop"?
- Yep. - My bad,
I heard Lady De-Clutter was here,
so I came over for moral support.
Lucy had her to our house last week.
She alphabetized my shorts.
- Uh... where's all the toys?
- Shh! We hided them.
- There's a lady here who's gonna take them.
- A bossy lady who closes her eyes
even when she's not sleeping?
- Yeah, you know her, Susie?
- She came to my house and took my Debbie Doll.
- You gots a Debbie Doll?
- I did.
She was in the closet.
I was gonna play with her again...someday, maybe.
But that lady?
She didn't just take toys.
She took everything!
- Even the water in the potty?
- Even the wormies in the dirt?
- Even the nummy stuff in the belly button?
- Everything.
Even my daddy's comic books,
and my mama's hair fryer.
- We gots to stop her.
Come on!
[video game sound effects]
- Whoo, yeah! - Come on, just a little more!
- These doors are gonna be open tonight.
- Gonna get it, yeah! Ha.
- This toaster is telling me it has served its purpose here.
It has toasted enough bagels.
- It said that?
- Yes, I'm fluent in toaster.
- Good for you.
I dropped out of toaster in high school.
- [grunting]
- [gasps]
[grunts]
- How am I supposed to make breakfast or bake a cake?
- Write this on your heart.
"The less we possess, the less we stress."
- The less we possess,
the less we stress.
- Ooh, what's inside that adorable little building?
- Oh, nothing much.
Just some knitting and craft items.
- Oh, she's being modest.
- Didi runs a successful online boutique from that She-Shed.
- Really?
Lady De-Clutter senses that
the artist in you clings to unnecessary goods.
- Righty-tighty, lefty-loosy.
- [gasps]
- Nice.
I'm going to need more boxes.
- Oh, that organizizer can take
all the stuffs in the kitchen,
she can take all the stuffs in the living room,
she can take all the yummy stuffs
in all the belly buttons,
but I'm not letting her take my Stu-driver--
that's where I draw the lines.
- Go Tommy! - Yay!
- Oh, I'm sensing a lot of past energy here.
- I'm keeping him.
- If you insist.
Be right back.
[van unlocks]
- Didi, are you sure you want to keep doing this?
Did you know she took Randy's favorite comic book?
- "Telescope Man," issue 188.
- Well, I--
I think it's freeing. [chuckles weakly]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[grunting]
- We gots to get my Stu-driver
out of that lady's car.
- But how, Tommy?
She key-beeped it.
- I think I gotsta plan.
- She-Shed, what do you wish to keep?
What is no longer serving your universal purpose?
[gasps]
- Um, Lady De-Clutter?
I also speak sewing machine,
and it is saying it definitely wants to be here.
- Uh-uh-huh.
- Okay, I thought this was gonna be a real hoot,
but it's kind of taking a dark turn.
- Yeah!
- Operation Stu-driver is a go.
- Get that door open! - Whoo!
- Oh, no, no. - whoo!
♪ ♪
- They've entered the sheep's head.
Repeat, they've entered the sheep's head.
- Oh, no, all my vintage art supplies?
- Vintage is just another way of saying
"beholden to musty energy."
- Cool, a crayon.
- Phillip, we're 'apposed to get the keys.
Push the button.
- Which one?
[car beeps]
- It worked, Chuckie.
I'm going in.
- Be scareful, Tommy.
- Hmm.
- Not my motivational penguin poster!
This talks to me!
- All right, that's it.
[both grunting]
- Let go.
- [grunts]
- After you find your Stu-driver...
[grunts]
If you see my Debbie Doll,
will you tell her I said hi?
- Sure, Susie.
[all panting]
- I know today hasn't been easy, Didi,
but you are so very brave.
- Thank you.
- There's just one more thing.
- Tommy, the grown-ups are back at the house.
- This door is mine!
- Walk through it, Stu.
Walk through it.
- Game ov--
- This home has been officially decluttered.
Take a moment to reflect.
Lady De-Clutter will see herself out.
- Afort, Tommy, afort.
The organizerer is coming.
I can't leave without my--
- Tommy? Oh...
- Stu-driver.
- I can always count on you.
- [grunts] - What was that, Tommy?
- Susie's Debbie Doll.
I founded it.
- [sobbing]
- You know what they say.
When one door closes--
- [wails]
- Sorry, poor choice of words.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
- It feels like something's missing, doesn't it?
- Yeah, like your whole life.
Holy cow, where's your kid?
- Tommy, where are you?
[phone dials rapidly]
- Hey, it's me,
I'm just leaving the Pickles' place.
- [laughs]
Yeah. Tons of good stuff.
It's gonna sell for a fortune online.
Uh--on the phone with my next client.
Did you need something, dear?
- Yes, my game!
- You accidentally decluttered our baby.
- [laughs]
- That one's got a screw loose.
- [siren wails]
- Get your hands off me.
- Your days of scamming people are over, Lady De-Clutter.
- "Telescope Man," issue 188.
- Thank you, Tommy.
- [menacing laughter]
- Eh, maybe not.
- I'll take that. She's beautiful.
- Oh, my little hero.
- Whoa-oh-oh, junior carpenter.
[upbeat tones]
- You must taste yummy, Tommy.
- Probably 'cause I need a bath.
- Hey, there, boy. Who's a good boy?
You are. Yes, you are!
- [barks]
- Uh-oh, Deed.
Somebody has a new best friend.
- Oh, sweetie, don't get too attached.
We already have Spike.
But Didi, he looks just like Mookie did
the day I got him in first grade.
The exact same puppy breath and little puppy teeth,
and exact same little puppy tongue!
- I was actually talking to Tommy.
- You know, you could foster the pup for a little while,
until the rescue group finds him a permanent home.
- I guess we could consider a list of pros and cons.
- Pro, puppy snuggles.
Con, nothing.
You can stay for as long as it takes
to find your forever home.
- Right, champ?
- [laughs]
[light music]
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
[barking]
- This canine psychic blog says
we have to introduce the puppy to Spike slowly
to help them establish boundaries.
- Spike! Meet my new puppy.
- Stu! - Sorry.
Our new puppy.
- Stu... - Fine...
Our foster puppy.
[mischievous music]
♪ ♪
- [babbling]
- Look, Deed.
A pair o' perros.
Eh?
"Perros" is Spanish for dogs.
We know that, Daddy.
Great joke, Pop.
We love you.
- Hmm. [vehicle approaching]
That must be Lucy.
She wants to see the foster puppy.
- But Didi, I'm still bonding.
- Did you hear that Spike?
The puppy's name is Foster.
Hi, Foster.
- [barks]
- [groan]
[somber music]
[laughter]
- I can't stay. I got to--
Aw, now that's what I call cute.
Why didn't you say so?
Have fun, kids.
- Hey, guys. This is Foster.
Our new puppy.
- Aw, is he gonna be Spike's best friend?
- Yeah, two's gonna be even funner than one.
- Ah, it doesn't always work that way.
- What are you saying, Lillian?
There's two of us.
- Exactly, Phillip.
I'm still getting used to having you around.
- I know.
Let's help Spike get used to Foster.
Who wants a belly rub?
- Me first.
Oh, you mean them.
- [grumbles]
- [laughs]
- Tommy, come see what Foster's doing.
- Oh, he's so cute. - Whoa!
- That's so funny. - Why is he kicking?
[somber music]
- Looks like everybody loves Foster already.
[gasps]
[crickets chirping]
- [loud crying]
[dogs barking]
- What's wrong, baby bear?
- [crying]
- Oh, Tommy.
It's much too late for a bottle.
- Hey, champ.
- You're spoiling him.
- What? I just said hi to the little guy.
- The puppy, Stu.
- [groans]
It's not like I warmed the milk or anything.
- Why is the sight of a puppy with a bottle so irresistible?
- I know.
It's like when monkeys wear people clothing.
- But Daddy forgot we only have room
for one doggie in this house.
Shh, it's okay.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Guys,
I had a bad dream last night.
- Who was even more gassy.
- I dreamded that Foster was in charge of the whole house,
and Mommy and Daddy and Grandpa
did whatever he wanted.
- And when birds eat the frogs--
- What happened when you wakeded up?
- When I wakeded up,
I went to my mommy and daddy's bedroom
to make sure it was just a dream,
but it wasn't a dream!
Foster was right there in bed snuggling with
my mommy and daddy, in their bed!
Now I understand how Spike must have feelded
when he didn't get belly rubs and Foster did.
'Cause it's the same way I feelded
when I didn't get a bottle and Foster did.
If Foster gets to drink milk
and snuggle with Mommy and Daddy,
that means he's the one doggie.
- What do you mean the one doggie?
- My mommy said we only gots room for one doggie.
They must of pickeded Foster.
- He is cute.
- That's the problem, Lil.
Foster's littler and cuter and newer than Spike,
so he gets to stay.
- But then, what happens to Spike?
- [screaming] - Whoa!
- This is not working for me, Tommy Pickles.
I just got here and that drool factory
covered Cynthia in dog spit.
- And if he keeps doing bad stuff,
your mommy and daddy are gonna take him back
to the puppy store.
So keep him away from my Cynthia!
- Guys, that's it.
We just gots to make Foster look like he's doing bad stuff.
And then, they'll pick Spike instead of him.
Come on! We gots to save Spikey.
- No, yes. No, not that way.
Go through there!
Through that one. Hang on to the key.
[liquid splattering]
- Good boy, Chuckie.
- Ah.
- [laughs]
- Don't quit the game, Chas.
It's still my turn.
[dramatic music]
- No! My Final Eclipse socks!
Oh, buddy, it's my fault.
I just haven't taken you on enough walkies, have I?
We'll go out right after I finish
crushing your uncle Chas at "Door Stop."
Yes, we will.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- [grunts, laughs]
♪ ♪
- Are you sure it's okay we take your mommy's
special string and pull it all over the yard?
- Oh, it's not us.
It's Foster, remember?
[all grunt]
- Oh?
[all gasp]
♪ ♪
- [laughs]
- [growling playfully]
- Tommy? Kids?
Are you out here?
Oh!
My yarn.
Oh, precious.
This is all my fault.
I never should have left it out.
Who can resist baby-yak yarn?
Maybe Mommy will knit you baby-yak yarn booties.
Yes, she will.
♪ ♪
[all groan]
- [humming cheerfully] - Grandpa!
Are the cookies ready, yet?
Almost, sunshine.
♪ ♪
- [barks]
- Ugh, you sneaky, little--
bundle of cuteness,
with an incredible palate.
- [groans]
- Did you catch that aftertaste?
Yep, it's fennel.
- Let me get this straight.
As usual, you babies aren't even good at being bad.
So, now, you need my help?
- Yes, please, Angelica.
They're gonna give away Spike and keep the puppy.
You love Spike more than the puppy, right?
- Well...
I do not like the puppy
or anything that thinks it's cuter than me.
And Spike does let Cynthia ride him
when her race horse is tired, so
I guess I can help him out.
- Great. What should we do?
- Hmm.
What's in this for me?
Ooh.
- Yeah, there's a lot more where this came from.
- [grunts]
- Once the job is done.
- I'm gonna want that entire diaper.
♪ ♪
- Hi, Grandpa.
Can you write down a poem I wrote?
- Hm? Oh, sure. Shoot.
- Dear Aunt Didi,
I'm a bad puppy,
so I'm running away.
You can keep Spike. Love, Foster.
- Free verse. Dig it.
♪ ♪
- There, now it's legally blinding.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- My cookie?
Hey, you took a bite out of this!
- Did not.
- [crunching]
- Where is Foster going, Tommy?
- Back to the park where we got him.
He has to run away before my mommy reads his note.
Go on, Foster.
Time to go see your doggie friends.
- [barks]
- Yay!
- Look who I founded.
all: No!
- Go ahead, Stu.
You can do it.
- All right, kids, it's time to say bye-bye to the puppy.
He's gonna live at Susie's house.
And I can visit him anytime I want.
I mean, you can visit him anytime you want.
- Okay, buddy. He'll be right next door.
[laughs]
- Come over anytime.
- [gasps] - Maybe call first.
Seriously.
Kidding.
- Aw, Spikey.
You're my onliest doggie ever.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- Klasky Csupo.
[sputtering, horn honks]