Babysitters Beware

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(Barking)

(Barking)

(Electricity fizzling)

(Whining)

Shut up, flea bag.

Papa's listening to music.

(Sighing)

(Muffled)

Mom, Dad's home!

Dad, are you ready?

Danny!

What's new, kidderoo?

Hi, Janelle.

Client dinner?

Uh, betcha two bucks.

Hey, buddy. Got to run.

Mom and I have a client dinner.

Oh, sorry.

Hi.

Hi.

Oh, Danny,

I forgot to tell you.

I have to go with your dad

to a client dinner tonight.

I'm really sorry,

sweetheart.

You guys go out

every night.

When do we get to

practice baseball?

I know it's a lot, Danny.

I'd rather be hanging out with

you, but I've got a job to do.

Hey, you know,

that's okay.

We're going to have

tons of fun.

Aren't we, Danny?

Sure.

Hey, how about tomorrow after

work, you, me, and a baseball?

No excuses!

No excuses!

No excuses!

Deal.

Um, deal.

Hey, thanks for being

such a good kid.

I don't know what we'd do

if you weren't.

Hey, do you want to go up

and play with Iggy?

No. Your iguana

scares the poop out of me.

DAD:

Maybe Janelle

could practice with you.

Oh, that sounds fun.

Not!

Not!

(Dog barking)

(Electricity fizzling)

(Dog whimpering)

Nice catch.

I'm going to have to sit for you

for free for a month

to pay for

all these flower pots.

Geez.

Nice throw, kidderoo.

(Pot breaking)

(Pot breaking)

My dad's

a lot better than you,

so is my friend Marco,

and his older sister.

Thanks for

the tough love, pal.

Try-outs are coming up.

I want a better position.

Oh, yeah?

What'd you play last year?

Pitcher.

Oh, pitcher's good,

isn't it?

Not in T-ball.

In T-ball,

the pitcher's just standing

in the middle of the diamond,

scratching his butt.

This year is real baseball.

I want to be on first base.

(Barking)

(Electricity fizzling)

(Dog whimpering)

All right, well,

let's see what you got.

(Baseball organ music)

(Pot breaking)

I'm going to get stuck

in Little Tykes league.

It's not fair. Why does Dad

have to go out every night?

I never get to see him.

Well, parents

have to work.

At least you got me.

But I try to be good.

That doesn't have

anything to do with it.

You're a good kid, Danny.

Maybe too good.

You gotta try

a little trouble sometimes.

(Dog barking)

(Electricity fizzling)

(Dog whimpering)

(Electricity fizzling)

(Dog Whimpering)

(Electricity fizzling)

(Dog Whimpering)

Hey, you know

what would be fun?

What would be fun?

(Barking)

(Barking)

(Barking)

(Barking)

Shut up, fleabag.

(Electricity fizzling)

(Yelling)

That was a close one.

(Yelling)

Go get it.

Go get it.

Lousy watchdog.

(Yelling)

Darn kids.

I hate kids!

So do you think

we hurt Mr. Willowsbag?

Ah, no more than he hurts

his dog 500 times a day.

"Humane training device."

See, we were

just training him.

To be nicer to his dog?

Exactly.

You're a good kid, Danny.

Probably the best kid

I sit for.

A little mischief once

in a while never hurt anybody.

Well,

maybe Mr. Willowsbag.

(Electricity fizzling)

(Yelling)

(Laughing)

(Door unlocking)

I hope

you like chocolate.

How was he?

Oh, so adorable.

There was--

There was leftover pizza, and

he wanted to call the food bank

and see if they needed it.

It was so cute.

Thank you so much,

Janelle.

Don't know

what we'd do without you.

What?

Uh, I'm taking

an SAT prep class,

so I'm not going

to be able to sit

for the next couple

of weeks.

Wow.

Danny is really

going to miss you.

Ohh.

Seems like the only time

I see him anymore,

he's already asleep.

(Whispering)

That smile is so cute.

Yeah.

(Whispering)

Come on, let's go.

So did they

ever catch you?

Not yet. I think

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