[The next morning, Dil cries, the babies are playing inside a crate to be used to ship the Reptar Wagon to Japan. Lou finds them playing among the foam peanuts] Chuckie Finster: Oh, darn. Lou Pickles: Hey, sprouts, crate's no place for you to play. You wouldn't want to get shipped to Japan with Reptar, now would you? [dumps the babies out of the crate, picks it up, and moves it to the next room] I better put this where I can keep an eye on it. [We see Dil nibbling on what was Tommy's blanket] Chuckie Finster: Dil, that's Tommy's blankie. Tommy Pickles: Yeah, it used to sleep with me before we even got you. Dil Pickles: [hits Tommy with his rattle] My blankie! Chuckie Finster: He's not very nice. [Dil hits him with the rattle] Ow! Lil DeVille: That's not how you get things from a brother, Tommy. Tommy Pickles: It's not? Lil DeVille: No, it's not. Here, watch. [shoves Tommy and Chuckie, then tries to take a Reptar doll from Phil] Phil DeVille: Hey, that's my Reptar, Lillian! Lil DeVille: Is not, Phillip! Phil DeVille: Is too, Lillian! Lil DeVille: Is not! Phil DeVille: Is too! Lil DeVille: Is not! [tosses Phil to the floor. The arguing immediately stops] See, Tommy? Now you try it. [Tommy walks over to Dil and smiles innocently at him, before grabbing the bear, trying to yank it out of Dil's hands] Dil Pickles: Teddy mine! Tommy Pickles: Mine! Dil Pickles: Mine! Tommy Pickles: Mine! Dil Pickles: Mine! Tommy Pickles: Mine! Dil Pickles: Mine! [hits Tommy on the head with his rattle] [The babies continue to tug at the teddy bear] Phil DeVille: Gosh, Tommy learns fast. Lil DeVille: Yeah. [Lou and Stu take the Reptar Wagon from the basement] Stu Pickles: Hurry, Pop, they'll be here to pick it up any minute. [Angelica and Drew come over] Angelica Pickles: Daddy, why can't I watch Shirley-lock Holmes at our house? I'll never be able to hear it with that new baby squawking the whole time! Drew Pickles: Now, sweetheart, Daddy's gotta put in a little overtime today, so that Mommy won't be so ashamed of his quarterly earnings. [Stu answers the door] Angelica Pickles: Hi, Uncle Stu. Sorry to hear your pony is so slow. Stu Pickles: But we don't have a pony Angelica. Angelica Pickles: [to Drew] Then how come you told Mommy, Aunt Didi got saddled with a loser? Stu Pickles: "Loser"? Drew Pickles: [laughs nervously] He-He...I... [Dil's crying is heard from upstairs] Stu Pickles: Excuse me, bro. My tax deductions are CRYING! [angrily slams the door] Drew Pickles: [furiously opens the door again and angrily puts Angelica's things inside] YOU CAN'T DEDUCT THEM IF YOU DON'T HAVE ANY INCOME! [slams the door] [Tommy and Dil are still arguing over the teddy. The other babies watch, while Chuckie is exhibiting signs of boredom] Stu Pickles: Tommy! Dil! Boys, what are you doing?! Chuckie Finster: Ohh... Stu Pickles: Dil...let's say we give Tommy a little turn with the bear, huh? [tries to take the teddy bear, causing Dil to start wailing] Or not. [returns the teddy bear to Dil. This stops Dil's crying, but now Tommy cries] Hey, champ, [picks up Tommy] why don't you come with me for a minute? I got something to show you that's even better than your old teddy bear. [takes him to his workshop] [Chuckie watches as Dil naps comfortably with the teddy bear]

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