♪ Kiff ♪
♪ Kiff, Kiff ♪
♪ Kiff, Kiff, Kiff ♪
♪ Kiff, Kiff, Kiff, Kiff ♪
♪ Kiff, Kiff, Kiff ♪
♪ Kiff, Kiff, Kiff, Kiff ♪
♪ Kiff, Kiff, Kiff, Kiff, Kiff ♪
♪ Kiff ♪
[giggles]
[both laugh]
[announcer] Brought to you by the Wall of Goat.
We have spoken.
[wind gusting]
Wow, Kiff. Your fingies are so fancy.
Oh, these old things? Just added a bit of glitter.
-Whoa! -It's nothing.
Kiff's right. Her fingies are absolutely nothing.
On the other hand, I had my daddy's designers
stylize my fingies.
-And on the other other hand... -[all gasp]
I have four more fingies than Kiff.
[rubber squelching]
Not only do I have all these fingies,
but I have 40 rare collectible fingies
in my deluxe fingie sack.
One for each finger and toe.
Those numbers don't add up.
Hey, guys, my fingies are just as good as Kiff's and Reggie's.
See?
[all] Fingie fight! Fingie fight!
There.
[grunts] Hmm?
Fingie fight! Fingie fight!
No!
Oh, no. Not another collecting craze.
-[all gasp] -You can't do this.
Fingies are our babies.
No, no, no, no, I've heard that before.
You said the same thing about dabbles.
What are dabbles?
What? Are you serious?
Last week, you were all obsessed with dabbles.
And before that, it was bonkos.
Dabbles, major knarcks, snofters, pandanimals,
scruddies, grunches, plomps, bullfumes,
slim daddios, gingi pots, and bricks.
Now you're just making random noises.
Anyway, we can't live without fingies!
[all] Fingies are our babies! Fingies are our babies!
[sighs] I guess you're gonna to have to throw these out too.
No, I'm only throwing away fingies.
You can keep whatever those are.
Or put them back in the trash where you found them.
As for the rest of you, fingies are banned.
As I was saying, today is Family Tree Day.
As we draw our family trees,
remember that each branch represents
a different family member.
Any questions? Yes, Kiff?
Can I have an extra branch for the "grandma" section?
I have two grandmas, plus a bonus grandma.
I help the old lady across the street clean her gutters.
She gives me hard candy as a reward.
[all gasp and exclaim]
-Whoa! -Yes!
Um, I'm actually a child of divorce,
so I have four grandmas.
Wow. Four grandmas.
Isn't that cute.
I have two moms who both have two moms
who are both divorced,
so I have eight grandmas.
[all cheer]
And one of my grandmas
is in a knitting club with five other old ladies.
That's 13 grandmas.
You can't just claim any old lady willy-nilly.
I bet you wouldn't like it if I started
calling Miss Deer Teacher grandma.
I'm 33.
I'm just saying,
it should be against the rules.
Hello, all.
Just checking in to make sure
that there are no new crazes a-brewin'.
-Nope. -And you're all coping fine
after the recent loss of your fingies?
What are fingies?
It looks like I've successfully nipped this in the bud.
Thank you all for coming.
Before we get to the ground rules,
I'd like to thank Trevor for letting us borrow
his photo album of every grandma in Table Town.
And no, he will not explain why or how he has these.
Moving on.
The rules to Gram Grabs are simple.
No doubles, no Tuft Pierre grandmas,
no great-aunts, and once you've been given a hard candy,
that grandma has been grabbed.
-Everyone got it? -May the best granddaughter win.
Don't worry. She will.
-Wait. -Go!
[annoucer] Knitting gram, grabbed!
Huh? Ah...
Oh, good job! Good job!
[announcer] Clean your plate gram, grabbed!
...and then I went all the way down to the cemetery,
and the grave was already empty.
Oh!
[announcer] Shady past gram, grabbed!
This has been so fun, girl. You're the coolest.
[announcer] Incredibly young gram, grabbed!
And don't even get me started on grandkids who never call.
[overlapped chatter]
[muttering]
And the winner is...
-Kiff. -Yes!
Why?
And also Reggie. It's a tie.
[angry chatter]
Barry, you and I are basically family, right?
Of course.
We win! Barry and I are family,
which means I have claim to his grandmas.
That's completely unfair, Kiff.
Wait, does that mean the rest of us
can combine our grandmas, too?
That's completely fair, Kiff.
-You can't do that! -Yes, we can.
Me and Richie are just as close as you and Barry.
-[gasps] -How dare you!
Our friendship fuels the passion of poets!
Well, I'm feeling pretty close to Reggie right now too.
I think of him as a brother.
And I rarely think of Trevor,
but I'll happily take his grannies.
A tie? Again?
[overlapped shouting]
This is getting us nowhere.
What we need is a rational third party
to decide this tiebreaker.
You don't mean--
The Greek oracle-slash-psychic hive mind
known as the Wall of Goat?
Yeah. I do.
[Wall of Goat] Welcome, children.
We will now sing a song explaining what we do.
That's okay.
But don't you want to hear our song?
[Reggie] You're a psychic hive mind
that helps people with problems.
Pretty easy concept to wrap your head around.
Perhaps there is someone in your party who does not know?
Everyone here knows, sir.
Sirs.
Just skip to the advice, please.
Oh, we rehearse the song every night before we go beddie-byes.
It would be really nice to sing.
Okay. You can.
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♪ Clippity, clippity Clippity clop ♪
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♪ Clippity, clippity Clippity clop ♪
♪ We are Goat The Wall of Goat ♪
♪ The oracle known As the Wall of Goat ♪
♪ If a question's living Inside your throat ♪
♪ Bring it forth To the Wall of Goat ♪
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♪ Clippity, clippity Clippity ♪
♪ We clip and we clop ♪
♪ Upon this rock ♪
♪ Are you listening? We can tell you're not ♪
♪ We've been here Since the dawn of time ♪
♪ And look at us We're still in our prime ♪
♪ Clippity clop Clippity clop ♪
♪ We are goat and you are not Clippity clop ♪
♪ Clippity clop We are goat and you are not ♪
Now, what is your conflict?
Well, it started this morning...
[Reggie] ...I have two moms who both have two moms...
...you see, once you've been given a hard candy,
that Gram is grabbed...
...and now we need someone to decide this tiebreaker.
The only way to break the tie
is to collect the rarest grandma of all:
-Lady Lorraine. -[all gasp]
[announcer] Lady Lorraine...
The grandma who hates children.
You must journey to the outskorts of town.
Whoever grabs this gram will be crowned the winner.
[Barry] Don't you mean the outskirts?
We have spoken.
[all panting]
[pounding on door]
[Lorraine] Who's there?
Oh. Children.
Yes, but adorable children.
Well, most of us, at least.
We're all adorable children who want to wait on you
hand and foot.
-We'll trim your lawn. -We'll shovel your driveway.
Just one piece of hard candy!
[Lorraine] Nobody's home, except for me and my slingshot.
Ugh. Team meeting.
Lady Lorraine really hates kids.
But how does she feel about other grandmas?
[woman, on phone] Hello?
Could I interest you and your finely aged friends
in an Outskorts early bird special?
[bus horn blares]
-[all coughing] -Early bird special?
-Come on, girls! -What the--?
Welcome, ladies.
[Lorraine] Oh!
Oh, I do hate kids,
but this is looking like a pretty nice garden party.
Hey, Gladys.
Lorraine!
No, wait!
I love garden parties.
Here, have a candy.
We... We won Gram Grabs!
[announcer] Children hating Gram, grabbed!
[excited cheering]
No!
Gram Grabs?
You know, we were collecting you for a game.
[gasps]
[indistinct chatter]
I knew it.
This is exactly why I hate kids!
[all screaming]
-Kiff? -[gasps]
[Kiff] Clean Gutters Gram.
I mean, uh, Miss Rogers.
Were you only cleaning my gutters for a game?
-[explosion] -I thought you liked
spending time with me.
Of course, we do.
You guys are our... our...
Um, we were treating these ladies like disposable objects.
[explosion]
Maybe we don't deserve Lady Lorraine's candy.
[sighs]
Can I borrow a hankie?
[all gasp]
Is that what I think it is?
Straight from Sneezy Grandma's purse.
Does that mean we win?
No, Reggie. No one wins. Look at us.
All these grandmas want is a little kindness and company.
Except for Lorraine, who is a monster.
[grunts]
We used them for a game.
We owe all these grandmas, except Lorraine, our respect.
And an apology. Except Lorraine.
[all] We're sorry, Grandmas.
-[all scream] -[Lorraine] What?
You've never seen someone throw a mannequin before?
-[tires squeal] -Go on! Get out! Get out!
Come on, Ralph, let's go home.
[laughs]
So, how'd you do on kid bingo?
Not bad.
Not bad at all.
[announcer] Table Town's greatest yogurt
takes the choice out of toppings!
TTGY. We decide your fate.
No gummy toppings, please.
We'll see.
There they are, Barry. Right on time.
Eating their froyo. It's like they're mocking me.
Yeah. Dumb cardboard people, think they're better than us.
No, Barry. Them.
The Babysitter's Society.
You can't get a babysitting gig anywhere
without their connections.
Today's my day, Barry.
I'm getting in.
Here's your order.
Ahem. Kiff Chatterley here.
I would like to join the Babysitter's Society,
and let me tell you why.
Number one--
Let me stop you right there.
The only thing we care about is experience.
You ever see any real action?
As an official babysitter?
No. But that's because I can't get any jobs
without being in your society.
Them's the rules.
Don't be sad, Kiff. They're just snooty teenagers.
Oh, shoot, I told Harry and Terri I'd be home by now.
They're in charge of me and Kristophe today
because my mom's at an astronomy convention.
Harry and Terri are babysitting today?
And then I said, "Them's the rules."
[all laugh]
[grunts]
I'm gonna get my experience today
by shadowing Harry and Terri Buns
while they babysit.
Terri? Terri "Two Bowls"?
Love her videos.
If you shadow her and get good experience,
I suppose we could let you into our society.
Oh, I'll get good experience, all right.
We're talking Harry and Terri here.
Those two have a ton of wisdom to impart.
Sorry, what are you doing now?
Hmm? You say something?
Oh, horoscopes.
You're just gonna sit there reading magazines?
-What about Kristophe? -What? We gave him one.
I'm appalled!
This flies in the face of everything
I've studied about pro-babysitting.
Osborne's Guide clearly states that a child not watched closely
exposes them to over 781 dangerous scenarios.
Look. Electrical wire. Pyramid schemes.
[gasps] Magazine paper cuts!
Ugh. Fine. How about you be in charge
of making sure none of that happens to Kristophe,
since you seem to know so much.
Me, be in charge? Of babysitting Kristophe?
You mean it?
Yeah. Why don't you go be in charge of him upstairs.
Out of earshot.
-Peekaboo. Peekaboo. -Peekaboo. Peekaboo.
[both laugh]
[both imitating airplanes]
Kiff? You gonna take your turn?
I just got to check something. Be right back.
I'm supposed to be learning from them today.
They're older, they should be setting an example.
What if something were to happen?
What if, something, were to happen?
Yeah, I heard you.
No, no, I mean, let's pretend something bad happened
to teach Harry and Terri a lesson
that they need to be more attentive
and caring babysitters.
Fun, but shouldn't you focus on getting experience
for the Society?
I promised the Society I'd get good experience.
Trust me, when I'm done, we'll all be gold-star sitters.
Hey, Kristophe.
Do you want to play a game called,
"Get in the Hamper and Stay Put for 10 Minutes"?
Kristophe is missing! We can't find Kristophe!
You have to put down your magazines!
Ah! Look at us! Pay attention to us!
-Wait, really? -Yes, it's real.
-Don't think! Just react! -[screams]
-Oh, my gosh. -Oh, no! Kristophe.
Kristophe, where are you?
Ugh!
[grunts]
Kristophe! He's not here!
Kiff, is this still part of it?
Nope. This one got away from me.
Uh, hey.
[chuckles nervously] Just kidding. Stop.
[chuckles]
It was a... drill. It was a drill.
Good job. Good, um, reaction times. A-plus.
Kristophe's just hiding in his room.
He's fine.
[laughs nervously] You know, it's kind of funny.
Jeepers creepers. I'm so keyed up.
Where's that copy of Teen Chill?
Do not bother us again,
or you'll both end up on the wrong end
of a magazine wedgie.
What's a magazine wedgie?
Do not make us have to figure out
what a magazine wedgie is.
Okay, not exactly what I had in mind,
but I think in time they'll come to appreciate the lesson.
And anyway, we stopped it before anything actually bad happened.
Um, Kiff?
Oh, no. Kristophe is missing?
For real?
[both scream]
[snoring]
Help! We can't find Kristophe!
Get up! You have to help us!
We can't find him anywhere!
Pfft. Nice tries, cheese fries.
Fool us once. Et cetera, et ce--
No, we're serious!
Last time was fake, but this time is real.
Oh, my gosh, just take a magazine.
What is it with you two and magazines?
Did you win a bunch of subscriptions or something?
All right, nobody panic.
We just need to fan out and search the room.
Anything might be a clue.
How about this?
Barry, no, that's just another dumb mag--
Wait a minute. Prison Break Monthly?
Dog-eared on a diagram about escaping via tunneling?
[gasps] Don't you see?
Kristophe must've tunneled his way under the backyard.
Tunneled? Wouldn't we see a hole somewhere?
Uh, "Step 3: Cover Your Tracks"?
Man, that checks out.
Look, our best bet is to go outside and dig down
into Kristophe's tunnel,
intercepting him before he reaches the county line.
I'll get the shovels.
[doorbell rings]
Oh, no.
Oh, hey. Is Kiff still shadowing you?
We thought we'd drop by for a surprise home visit.
Knock yourself out.
I think they're all being annoying in the backyard.
They can't know I lost Kristophe.
[Kiff muttering indistinctly]
[Barry] What? I don't want to do that.
[Kiff] Please, just for a few minutes.
[Barry groans]
Um, hello? Kiff?
[gasps]
What a cute little baby.
Oh, hello, Babysitter's Society. What a pleasant surprise.
I was just taking this little guy out for an afternoon stroll.
In a wheelbarrow?
Hmm, seems unsafe.
Oh, on the contrary, Jill.
It's all the rage with modern babysitters.
Wheelbarrows improve baby core strength
and mimic the feel of a bassinet
much more than a stroller.
Is that true?
How interesting.
We'll look into that.
Please, continue like we aren't here.
Kiff, what about Kristophe?
I know, I know. Keep digging.
Anyway, you're just in time for baby's daily dig.
A fun way to get vitamin D and work on upper body strength.
You're never too young to start getting ripped, I say.
That is one strong baby.
This could make a great cover.
Uh, what's the-- What's the camera for?
[chuckles]
We're starting a new magazine.
Babysitter's Monthly.
How would you and your buff baby
like to be on the cover of our very first issue?
Cover of Babysitter Magazine?
Kiff, I do not want to be on the cover of a magazine
wearing a burlap diaper.
Hush, baby.
-Let the grown-ups talk. -No!
Wait, did you just get him to say his first word?
High marks, Kiff. Very high marks.
I'd count your membership pretty much in the bag.
We'll just grab this quick photo and get out of your hair.
No! No! I do not want to be photographed in a diaper!
That's a lot of first words.
[screams]
What exactly is going on here?
All right. Okay. Barry isn't the baby.
I am currently unsure of baby's exact location.
[relaxing music playing]
Wow.
Wow, wow.
You'll never sit in this town now, Kiff Chatterley,
not after getting my clipboard all wet.
[scoffs] And the baby thing?
-What? -Yeah, that too.
You lost a kid.
Wait! Please! Have mercy!
You can always take over a paper route.
There's a six-year-old in my neighborhood
who's really been slacking.
[laughs]
Look what you did to our yard.
Kristophe's not down here, Kiff.
What, did you actually lose him?
Hey, I was just supposed to be shadowing today, okay?
I wasn't supposed to be in charge.
Is that my burlap sack?
I didn't want to wear a diaper, Kiff.
-[all shouting] -[Mary] Kids!
Are you in the backyard?
Mom, Barry's the one who broke the water pipe.
-I told him not to. -She was in charge of Kristophe.
Hello, my love. You have a good time today?
They hit a water pipe.
Yell at them for ruining the yard, Mom.
[rumbling]
Wow! The keys to my hot rod.
I dropped these in the tub years ago.
Now, I can finally cruise town in my hot rod again.
-But Kiff lost-- They... -But Kiff lost-- They...
This is all thanks to Kiff, huh?
Well, Kiff, color me impressed.
How would you like a regular gig watching Kristophe here?
-[all] What? -Why not?
He likes you.
And Harry and Terri could sure use a break.
But it doesn't bother you that I'm not
a sash-carrying member of the Table Town Babysitter's Society?
The what? I don't even know what that is. You're hired.
I did it! You hear that, Harry and Terri? I--
Oh, they're already back to the magazines.
[engine revving]
[Kiff & Barry] Whoo-hoo! Yeah!
[Barry] Whoo!