The Rugrats Movie Page #5

- Poopie.

- what?

Poopie.

- l guess we'll have to change him.

- what do you mean ''we''?

you left him with your father?

The man slept through Pearl Harbor.

l sounded the alarm.

did your son have any enemies?

Any mob connections?

He is a baby!

- The powder goes on his bottom.

- Im doing the best l can.

- Pee-pee.

- Look out.

Frog!

y our brother made a frog jump on me.

you stop it.

Let's stop playing around

and figure out how to get home.

we don't know where we are.

- l know! Ive got my sponsativity!

- what's a sponsativity?

you get it for being a big brother.

It's just like when okey-dokey Jones

had to find his way home.

- l thought that was a crumpus.

- my dad says it's a sponsativity.

where does it say to go?

This way ...

That's the way,

straight up that hill!

Bad dog! Stop!

you know, not all dogs go to heaven.

There he is!

Mr. Pickles, is it true you shipped

your own children to Tokyo?

did a dingo eat your baby?

How many pecks of pickled peppers

did you pick?

Childhood:
a time of innocence.

a time of joy.

a time of unspeakable,

unrelenting tragedy.

Tell us how it feels to know you

May never see your children again.

- Can't you show some compassion?

- So sorry.

Please, tell us how it feels to know

you may not see your children again.

Let me at him.

That crowd would indicate

a yard sale or a family tragedy.

Ill get back to you.

How does it feel knowing your

brother lost your only daughter?

Share your pain.

- y youre breaking my arm.

- Because l can't reach your neck.

There you have it. Two sour Pickles.

young Tammy, baby Dale,

the twins, Bill and Jill, -

- little Chunky and poor Amelia,

all vanished without trace.

Im Rex Pester and Ill be back

with More big-action news.

Mr. Swenson saw Angelica and Spike

head north on l-99.

- my baby!

- Let's go.

Private first-class Pickles,

reporting for duty.

Good job, you guys.

we're almost there.

- Dill, play nice.

- Its not much fun back there.

we're doing okay.

That's some good hitting, Dill.

Right about now my dad would

make me a fried baloney sandwich.

l can almost smell it.

All crunchy ...

Stop it, you're making me hungry.

- oh, no!

- we can't see your houses.

we can't see any houses.

we're doomed! doomed, l tell you!

Mrs. Pickles,

can you identify this binkie?

This is all Dill's fault.

Right, Chuckie?

This never would have happened

if you hadn't put him in the wagon.

Its not our fault

you got a naughty baby brother.

He's not naughty.

He's just ... a baby.

How can you be mad

just because ...

... you're standing there

all naked?

Im sure he's just trying to help.

Its hot,

exploring in the woods all day.

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