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- SquarePants and Star Babysitting?
Oh, please.
What do you two nitwits know about taking care of babies?
- Just watch.
- Huh?
[panting]
- Safety pin.
Ointment.
- Doo-doo.
[cries]
[sucks]
- Aw, such a good wittle squiddy.
- No one in their right mind
would ever hire you as babysitters.
- Yoo-hoo! Babysitters!
I could use some babysitters here.
- Oh, boy!
[bang]
- [screams]
[groans]
- SquarePants and Star babysitters at your service.
- We sit on babies.
- Not literally.
- Yeah, not in Italy.
- Now you kids behave, and listen to the babysitters.
Bye, now.
- Bye.
[overlapping chatter]
- Whoa!
A whole legion of little darlings.
All right, Patrick.
You take the east flank, I'll take the west,
and we'll try to establish a nap zone in the middle.
- [laughs]
These babies are no match for my...
Toddler Style.
[grunting]
[continues grunting]
[groans]
[babies crying]
[grunting]
[babies gasp]
[babies giggling]
[groaning]
[hollering]
[babies crying]
[babies screaming]
[chewing]
- [babbling]
- [panicked grunts]
[continues babbling]
- [screams]
- [chattering]
- [exhales]
[babies crying]
[babies cheering]
[whistles]
Bring her down!
- [grunting]
[vacuum hums]
[babies murmuring]
[babies babbling]
- Yeah.
both: Shh!
- [humming]
- And they all lived happily ever after
inside an oyster shell.
- Aww.
Thank you, SquarePants and Star.
- Babysitters!
- Skinny or chunky! Clean or funky!
- We won't get paid if your kid's mislaid.
- Oh, boys. Right here.
Oh, I could use a babysitter.
- Ooh! - Hey!
While you go out and dance and revel...
- We will watch your little devil.
- Yes!
Ooh, thank you.
Thank you.
- Hey, where's the baby?
- She's inside!
I'm free, I'm free.
[cackles]
- Hm.
[confused mutters]
- Baby.
Baby?
- Is this the baby?
- No, I don't think so.
- Huh. Ooh.
This looks like a nice baby girl.
- She's nice, but she's not a baby.
Wait a minute.
Aww, I found the baby.
[scary music]
- [yelps]
It's the ugliest baby I've ever seen.
- Patrick, all babies are beautiful.
Even the ugly ones.
Hey, we don't know what the baby's name is.
- She looks like she's been in the tub too long.
Let's call her Baby Prunes.
- What a pretty name. Little Baby Prunes.
[laughing]
- [screams]
Who are you? Where's Lazy Mary?
- The baby can talk!
- Help, help! It's a robbery!
- No, Patrick.
Baby Prunes is just mimicking what she's heard.
It's just baby talk. She's babbling.
- I'm not babbling, you boneheads.
- Din-din time.
Here comes the airplane.
[mimicking train]
[gulps]
Yum.
Playtime!
[grunting]
Kids love to build things with blocks.
- Heh. Oh, I'll build something all right...
[harmonica music]
- Whoa, Patrick, we've been playing in here
for three hours. Better check on Baby Prunes.
You know what's the best part of playing jail?
- No. - Jail break!
[grunting]
- I gotta pick this lock and get outta here.
- Oh, there you are.
Come on, come on.
- Nap time.
- [grunting]
Put me down, you yellow scouring pad!
Unhand me!
No.
Get me out of here.
[mumbling]
- [vocalizing]
- [grumbling]
- Oh, who's a colicky baby?
It's you. Coochie coochie coo!
I'll go up and prepare a bath
for Baby Prunes for when she wakes up.
- Okay, while you're doing that, I'll just space out.
- [grunting]
- Hm. Strange.
There don't seem to be any baby items in here.
Okay, pills, pills, dentures, more pills, hemorrhoid cream.
Ew.
Happy birthday to mother on her 137th birthday.
Aww.
[gasps] 137th birthday?
[panting]
Oh, Baby Prunes isn't a baby! She's an old lady!
- [snarling]
Ah, come on.
- [mumbling]
Is that a puppy I hear?
I didn't know they had a puppy.
What is it, puppy?
You want to go out?
- [grunting]
Arf! Arf, arf!
- Here you go, puppy.
- So long, sucker!
[laughs]
[barks]
- The puppy knows baby talk, too.
- Patrick, she's not a baby!
[grunting]
Where's Baby Prunes?
- I don't know. I just let the puppy out.
- That was no puppy. That was an old lady.
An old lady that we're responsible for.
both: [yelling]
- If you were an old lady, where would you go?
- I don't know. Back in time?
- What about a sewing circle?
- Yes, a sewing circle back in time.
[yelling]
- Come on.
[boom]
Old Lady Prunes?
all: Huh?
- You seen a baby that's really an old lady?
- Oh, look, they have schmutz on their faces.
[gurgling]
[hocking]
- No, not that.
- [whimpering]
[overlapping chatter]
- Ah! Where's Baby Old Lady Prunes?
[upbeat music]
all: Yeah!
- Yee-haw! Lava-bunga!
- Ahh!
- I'm okay!
- [laughs]
both: Yeah!
- Ah! What are you doing? You don't have a parachute.
- Parachutes are for babies.
[laughs]
[continues laughing]
Oh, yeah!
[grunts]
[laughs]
- Prunes!
- Old Lady Prunes!
- Old Lady Baby Prunes!
[bell ringing]
[punching]
- [yelling]
- Huh?
[all grunt]
- Well, if it isn't my two babysitters.
You humiliated me.
- Prunes, you're alive.
- And still talking baby talk.
- Why I oughtta...
both: [screaming]
- Aww. Pruny wants to play. Nice old lady.
[grunting]
- [laughs]
[pounding]
- [murmuring]
[snoring]
- Aww.
Her boxing tuckered her out.
[thud]
- [humming]
- Aww.
both: Shh.
- Ahh. Another job well done.
[sniffs]
Uh, Patrick, I think she needs to be changed.
- No, that's me.
[upbeat music]
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