[drumroll] [cymbal crash]
[lively music]
[vacuum whirs]
- [laughs]
- [groaning]
- [laughing]
- Whoa!
♪ ♪
- Whoa!
[frog ribbiting]
[both laughing]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
♪ ♪
[car horn honks]
- Mrowl!
- Ta-da!
[grunts]
- [giggles]
- Whoa! Whoa!
♪ ♪
[singer vocalizing]
[roaring]
[tense music]
[siren wailing]
[siren warbles out]
- [gasps]
Dog Monster is eating up the whole Empire City!
[all grunt]
We gotsta stop him!
both: Stuper Twin Powers!
[both grunt]
- I wish someone woulda told me a'fore we started
playing this dog monster game
that there was a dog monster in it!
- Quick, Chuckie, what's your stuper power?
- Running and hiding?
[Dog Monster roars]
Mostly hiding.
- Don't worry, Chuckie.
[grunts]
My stuper power will protect us!
- Whoa, Tommy's got flying powers!
- [giggles] - Come on, kids.
It's time to take a picture.
[jaunty music]
- Daddy, can I play with your phone?
I wanna practice my poses for the picture.
- Sure, princess.
Wait, here, take Mommy's.
- Just a reminder, this is the official portrait
for my city council website.
I'm rebranding myself with a new slogan:
"Charlotte Pickles, Of the People."
That's where you all come in. You're people.
I mean, Jonathan?
- Mm hm! You are.
Also, we couldn't get real people on such short notice.
Okay, I need to get into a super creative head space,
so I'll call you when I'm ready!
- Mommy, those drooly babies
aren't gonna be in the picture with me, are they?
- Angelica!
We don't discriminate based on age or attractiveness!
- I gotta draw the lines at drooliness.
- Dog Monster's leaving, stuper-heroes!
We can go back to fighting grime and saving nice grandmas!
- Hey, babies! What'cha doing?
- Hi, Angelica!
We're playing stuper-heroes. Wanna play?
- Love to. Can't.
I just came to tell you that you're not gonna be
in my mommy's picture after all.
- Too bad.
My mommy says I look 'dorable in pictures.
- Why can't we be in the picture, Angelica?
- It's truly sad, Finster,
but the picture's only for peoples.
And everyone knows babies aren't peoples.
- She's got a point. - I'm good.
- Wait a minute, Angelica.
Babies grow up to be peoples.
- [sighs]
That is usually true, Susie Carmichael.
But not you babies.
- Oh.
If we're not gonna be peoples,
uh, what are we gonna be?
- Well, since you asked, Tommy, I'll show you.
Here's how we all look now, right?
But watch.
Gaze into the Future Maker
and see what life has in stores for you!
- Wow! I'm gonna be a Spike!
- Ooh, oh! Me next! I knew it!
- Move, Phillip, I wanna look!
[gasps] [laughs]
The future!
- I don't know if I wanna see the future.
- It'll be okay, Chuckie. The future's not scary.
- Ah! A ghost! Oh. It's me.
Hey, if I'm gonna be a ghost when I grow up,
now I really can turn invisdible.
Susie, look!
- Oh, I'm so excited.
I wanna be something stuper.
I'm gonna be a what now?
- The Future Maker doesn't lie!
So now do you see why you can't be in my mommy's picture?
Because you're never, ever gonna be people!
Have fun playing, babies!
[ominous music]
[Spike panting]
- Dog Monster's back! And he's hungry.
This time, we gotta stop Dog Monster once and for all!
- I'm Dog Boy! I've got doggy running power!
[yelling]
[grunts]
- Don't worry, Tommy! Rainbow rocket to the rescue!
[whinnying]
[gasps]
- Got you covered, Lillian! Ugh!
I'm Laser Mouth, and I'll use my alium laser power!
Bleh!
- And time for me to turn invisdible.
Just call me Chuckie the Ghost.
- I'll stop him! Hey, Dog-Monster!
I'm, uh--never mind who I am.
Just try and get through my,
uh, my uh, taco shell?
Stop smelling me, Spike.
I was gonna use my stuper-shield,
but I'm a taco now,
and I don't think tacos have stuper powers.
- Tacos do lotsa stuper things!
- [laughs] Yeah! Lotsa things!
Like, like, um, Chuckie?
- Lil. How should I know?
- Oh, I got it!
Tacos can throw themselves at bad guys and knock 'em over!
Wait, no. That's hamburgers.
- See what I mean?
What can a taco do, besides fold?
I'm just gonna sit over here
and try to think of some stuper-stuff, okay?
You just keep playing.
[somber music]
- I know they're both good sides,
but which is my best side?
- I can't believe I put my good sweater vest on for this.
- I can't believe I put pants on for this.
- Daddy, when are we gonna take the picture?
This is boring!
- I know, princess.
But Mommy needs her picture to be perfect.
Just like her.
- Thank you, Drew.
You've just given me a brilliant idea.
Jonathan, is there any way you can just suggest
the presence of people in this photograph?
But it's really all me?
- Hm?
[jaunty music]
[Spike barking] [babies laughing]
- Hey, Foster! You came to see me.
You musta knowed I was sad.
[Foster whines] See?
Everyone's playing stuper heroes 'cept for me.
'Cause I'm a taco now. Don't laugh.
Trust me, there is nothing good about being a taco.
I can't run fast like Tommy or disappear like Chuckie,
or shoot laser beams like Phil
or rainbows outta my butt like Lil.
[laughs]
Aw, you don't care if I'm a taco or not.
You love me the way I am!
Foster!
- We did it, stuper-babies!
We conquered Dog Monster!
My doggy powers tolded me that he just wanted a belly rub!
- Phew. I guess it's finally safe
to be a ghost that you can see.
[crashing] [all gasp]
[foreboding music]
- [yipping]
- [gasp] I spokeded too soon!
[all screaming]
- It's Mega Puppy! Dog Monster's evil sidekick!
- Maybe we just need a great big bone!
- But our stuper-powers aren't enough
to stop Dog Monster and Mega Puppy!
- Laser Mouth to the rescue!
Bleh!
- So much for burping lasers.
- Ew.
I thought this being invisdible
would stop this kinda stuff from happening to me.
- We're in a tight spot, stuper-heroes!
- I may not have a stuper-shield,
but I'll just have to find my taco powers.
Over here, doggie-breaths!
all: Susie!
- The name's Tuesday! Taco Tuesday!
And guess what, doggies? I'm the yummiest of them all!
Yum! Yum!
- Hey, what happened to that bag of chips I just opened?
- Yum! Yum! Yum! Yum!
[Dog Monster roaring]
Yum-yum-yum-yum-yum! Yum!
Do your thing, stuper-babies!
- Come on, come on, come on, Mega Puppy.
C'mere, c'mere, c'mere. Oh yeah, yeah!
C'mere. Aww.
- [whimpering]
- [whinnying] - Bleh!
- Taco Tuesday saved the city from mass distraction!
all: Yay!
- Tacos!
- Thank sevens!
- I figured whether I'm a baby or a peoples or even a taco,
I can still help my friends.
- I think maybe the Future Maker was wrong.
We can be whatever we want when we become peoples!
- [laughs] - Okay, props!
Ah, I mean, people! Picture time!
- Huh? Huh? What?
[upbeat music]
- [grunts] Looking fabulous, Ms. City Councilperson!
Now, everyone, listen up.
On the count of three, let's all say,
"Charlotte Pickles: of the People!"
Uno, two--
- For heaven's sake, Jonathan, just take the picture!
Am I--am I even in this photograph?
I said I wanted to be "of the people,"
not "behind the people!" Jonathan! Find me at once!
- Um, right away. Uh, okay. That's you, behind that baby.
And there's a bit of your arm next to that man
who I am certain must be your husband.
And isn't that your designer shoe
that dear little Angelica is standing on?
- Wait, I'm a what?
[singer vocalizing]
[foreboding music]
♪ ♪
[Reptar roars]
[aliens grunting]
- Run, Reptar! Run!
[Reptar roars]
- Reptar, no!
That rock's too high, even for you!
[Reptar roars]
[spaceship warbling]
[aliens grunting]
[whooshing]
all: Whoo-hoo! Yay!
- She's fierce. She's fashion.
She's serving up some sassin'. She's Cynthia!
- Angelica!
We were watching "Reptar in Space"!
- Sorry, Tommy.
Tell that to Duffy. He changed the channel.
- I heard my name. May I assist you?
- You already did, Duffy. Thanks.
- Now we'll never know
what Reptar was gonna do with that bowling ball.
- Is Angelica gonna be here for the whole sleepover, Tommy?
- I think so, Lil.
But we can still have fun without Reptar.
- Or we can play with my Reptar doll!
- That works.
- Oh! - Your knees?
My company has a pill for guys your age.
The only side effect is webbed feet.
- Nah, you can keep your pills. Thank you.
- Head's up! - Hey. Whoop! Ah! Huh?
- [barking]
[panting]
- Good catch, Spike!
[phone buzzing]
- Well, hi!
Fine, fine. And you?
Tonight? I mean, sure.
Come over whenever you like. Yeah, see you then.
Whoo. Hm.
- Huh. What was that all about?
- Probably Yoga Jake coming over for a wheatgrass smoothie.
[both laugh]
- My daddy and me packed this special for tonight.
Here's Mr. Tippy Cup, my blankie,
and bestest of all--
[gasps] Oh, no. He's not here.
Reptar's not here!
- He's gotta be. Feel again.
- Both hands this time!
- Guys, I feeled all over,
and the only thing in here is this!
[grunts] - What's that?
- This is the button I push to make Reptar's
space helmet light up, but now there's no more Reptar!
- Are you sure you broughted Reptar?
- Now, remember Chuckie, your backpack's
got everything you need for the sleepover, okay?
And if you get scared when it's bedtime,
Reptar will keep you company.
- But now he's not here! He's gone.
- Hold on, Chuckie.
Reptar's never been here at night a'fore.
Maybe he's just lost.
[suspenseful music]
I bet he's out there right now, looking for you too.
Oh, Angelica.
Could you open this door for us, please?
Then we'll get outsta your hairs
and not make any more noise.
- Tommy Pickles,
that's a better deal than donuts for dinner.
[grunts]
[upbeat music]
Cynthia, I can't help thinking
that was not a 'sponsible thing to do.
- Okay. - [laughs]
- Honey, can you change the light
over the She-Shed next?
We're going to be out here all night
making 150 scrunchies for tomorrow's Hair Fair!
- Got you covered, Deed! Have fun.
- Stu, this is not about fun. I'm working.
Ah, who am I kidding?
Pulling a scrunchie-making all-nighter is super fun!
[laughter]
- Hey, bro, carry this over to the She-Shed
while I test this light.
- Carry? No.
[metal scraping]
- Mm-hmm.
[all gasp]
- That sounds like Reptar's roar!
It's coming from over there!
all: The spaceship!
- I'm here, Reptar! I'm here!
Oh no. We're too late.
Reptar's gone back to space.
Forever.
[remote beeping]
[electronic melody playing]
♪ ♪
- Don't be sad, Chuckie. He'll be back someday.
- But what if he doesn't, Lil?
I didn't even get to say goodbye.
[somber music]
- Hey. Oof.
[Spike whines] - Fine. But just once.
I'm doing important work here.
[mischievous music]
- Hmm.
- Celeste, hi. Come in.
- Hey, that's not Yoga Jake.
- Did someone lose this little guy?
- Uh, oh, thanks. That's Chuckie's. I'll take--
- Hello! - Hi!
- Oh, uh, Celeste, these are my sons, Stu and Drew.
Boys, this is Celeste.
- Nice to meet you both.
- Likewise. Dad, can we talk to you?
- Now? - Yes, now.
Please, make yourself at home.
- She's fierce! She's fashion!
Who are you?
- A friend of your grandpa's. You must be Angelica.
Hm! He's told me all about you.
- That would take a pretty long time, Miss Grandpa's Friend.
Did he tell you about my best friend too?
She doesn't usually get along with Reptar lovers.
- You mean Cynthia?
Wildlife veterinarian,
race car driver, and star of her own TV show?
- Finally! Someone who understands us!
- What're you looking for, Tommy?
- Something that will cheer up Chuckie.
- Oh, don't bother.
All I want is Reptar, and he's gone.
Oh, there's so much I wish I coulda tolded him.
Like don't drink from a juice box when you're walking.
And never put marshmallows you bited already in your pocket.
- Got it!
[voice echoing] It's Mr. Mikey-phone!
Cynthia uses one to sing louderer on her show.
Now alls we gotsta do
is go outside and find a high-up place.
Then Chuckie can say "goodbye" to Reptar!
- A high-up place?
- Where'd you meet her? - How'd you meet her?
- Does she make good chili?
Sorry, searching for the perfect recipe.
Is this a date? - Answer the questions, Dad!
- At the park, we got to talking at the drum circle.
I'll get back to you on the chili.
And I hope not,
because I haven't had a date since your mother passed away.
- Then it's about time you did. Mom would want it that way.
And we're gonna help you!
- We are?
I mean yes, we're gonna help you.
[whispering] How're we gonna do that?
both: She's fierce. She's fashion.
She's serving up some sassin'. She's Cynthia!
[laughing]
- You sing almost as good as me!
- Thank you. I think we nailed it that time.
Oh!
- Ugh. Chuckie's Reptar.
- Hmm.
You think Chuckie loves him as much as you love Cynthia?
- Well, like I said, Cynthia's my best friend.
But Finster does love that dumb toy.
- Well, why don't you do a good thing
and bring Reptar back to Chuckie?
- Oh, all right.
But don't go away! I got lots more songs!
Hi, Grandpa! Cynthia likes your friend.
- Me, too, Daffodil.
- Tommy Pickles.
You're telling me I gotta climb all the way on the roof
so me and Mr. Mikey can talk to Reptar up in space?
- Chuckie gets to have all the fun!
- This is not fun, Lil.
It's hard. And scary.
[both grunt]
- [farts] - You can do it, Chuckie.
- Here. You're gonna need this.
- My button!
Oh, I should've never throwed it down.
Even though Reptar left without saying goodbye,
he's still my friend.
But you're my bestest friend, Tommy.
And if you say I can climb up there, I can!
- Right this way. [chuckles]
Yeah. Here you go.
- You think this makes up
for wrecking his car in high school?
- Ah, come on.
I'm sure Pop's forgotten all about that by now.
Besides, that reservoir came out of nowhere.
[suspenseful music]
- Now where are those dumb babies?
- [grunting]
♪ ♪
[voice echoing] Resting, one, five, three!
- Sounds great, Chuckie!
- Reptar, it's me, Chuckie.
I guess you had to go in a hurry.
I hope you're okay and you're with your friends.
You might love being in space,
but if you ever wanna come back,
I'll be here.
I just want to say goodbye.
So goodbye, Reptar.
- [chuckles]
- Huh? [barking]
- Hi, drooly babies!
I don't got time for returning stuffs.
[yells]
- And whenever I wanna say hello, I'll do this.
[electronic melody playing]
[gasps]
[all gasp]
- Reptar!
Whoa! Ah!
[screeching feedback]
- Huh? - Chuckie!
[heroic music]
[grunting]
Hang on, kid!
Oh! [laughs]
Whew. Ha.
Well, that was a close one.
I wonder what you were doing up there.
- Whoa, Pop!
- That was totally, uh--
- Wonderful.
[upbeat music]
- Oh, ho! You came back!
- I told you Reptar was looking for you, Chuckie.
He just needed to hear you.
♪ ♪
- [groans]
Now I've got even more respect
for professional scrunchie makers.
- Oh, Betty, what's going on over there?
- Celeste, would you care for a cupcake?
- Oh, Lou.
Thank you.
[lively music]
♪ ♪
- Klasky Csupo.