Rugrats (2021-…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Lady De-Clutter/New Puppy - full transcript

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[whimsical music]

[chuckles]

♪ ♪

[laughs]

[whimpers]

♪ ♪

Whoa!

[grunts]

[frog ribbits]

[laughter]

♪ ♪



[horn honks]

♪ ♪

Ta-da!

[grunts]

[laughs]

Whoa! Ah!

Aw.

♪ ♪

[vocalizing]

Whoa-oh-oh!

Good job, junior carpenter.

Wow, you fixed-ed it, Tommy.

My trusty studriver
can fix anything.

Okay, Stu.



You've done this
500 times today.

Watch the blades.

Avoid the fire.
Get to the door...

Guess who I just got
off the phone with.

- Game over.
- Your doors are closed.

Deed!

I was this close to
beating level 20.

Oh... is this "Door Slam"?

"Door Stop," Deed.

It's about an
ordinary concierge,

transported to a universe
of endless doors,

and I have to find out
how to open each one.

Who were you on the phone with?

Lady De-Clutter.

She'll be here any minute.

Wait, isn't that the bossy lady

who convinces people to
throw out their stuff?

I think you mean
the compassionate,

but firm woman who
improves people's lives

through the art of organizing.

- I don't know, Deed.
- Our own personal organizer?

I mean, who needs that?

We do.

[laughs]

Oh, I better clean up a
bit before she gets here.

Go ahead, but I'm
keeping my video games,

even if you do call them toys.

We'll see what the
professional organizer says.

Didi, that's...
that's not funny.

Deed!

♪ ♪

Did you hear that, Chuckie?

My mommy says the
organizizer is gonna come

and take my daddy's toys.

Why would she want to do that?

Doesn't she have her own toys?

Di! Hey, kiddos.

Have fun, pups.

Is the phony here yet?

I came over as soon
as I got your text.

I cannot wait to meet
this Lady De-Clutter.

Ah, she's here!

[dreamy music]

Lady De-Clutter! [Laughs]

Thank you so much for coming.

I'm Didi Pickles, and
this is my husband, Stu.

[gasps]

The positive vibrational
energy in my heart

recognizes the positive
vibrational energy in yours.

Boy, that sure is a lot of

words.

And this is my
best friend Betty.

Come right in.

♪ ♪

Hmm, ah, mm-hmm.

Ooh.

Hmm.

Oh.

I'm picking up a lot of

very low vibrational
energy in here.

Oh, good!

No, that's bad.

- Oh.
- None of that now,

Lady De-Clutter is here
to set you on the path.

Didi, Stu, and, um,

Betty,

to the kitchen!

[playful music]

Who's that bossy lady, Tommy?

She's here to take
my daddy's toys...

[gasps] And maybe my toys too.

She was looking at your
bear kind of funny.

Don't worry, Teddy.

I'll never let no one take you.

Come on guys, we
gots to hide my toys.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- [grumbles]
- [laughs]

♪ ♪

Sorry, Teddy.

Hold your nose.

What about that one?

This isn't a toy,
it's my Stu-driver.

Hide it in your hair, Phillip.

Can't, Lillian.

Already storing a hot dog.

♪ ♪

[dreamy music]

Uh, what's happening?

Well, she's obviously feeling
the energy of the kitchen.

Keep up, man.

Shush!

And now I ask the kitchen,

what do you wish to keep?

What is no longer serving
your universal purpose?

Why is that lady smelling
the stuffs in your kitchen?

I don't know, but
I don't like it.

Oh...

This blender no longer
wishes to be here.

Really?

I thought we got
along quite well.

We make smoothies
together every day.

To keep it here would be
to hold on to the past,

and we only deal
in future energy.

Well, you are the expert.

Blender, we surrender
you to the past.

All this talk about
energy makes me tired.

I'm gonna go play "Door Stop."

Oh, yeah.

Did you just think I
wouldn't come back?

I will beat you.

Hm.

- Hey, Stu.
- Game over!

- Your doors are closed!
- Whoops, "Door Stop"?

- Yep.
- My bad,

I heard Lady
De-Clutter was here,

so I came over
for moral support.

Lucy had her to our
house last week.

She alphabetized my shorts.

Uh... where's all the toys?

Shh! We hided them.

There's a lady here
who's gonna take them.

A bossy lady who closes her eyes

even when she's not sleeping?

Yeah, you know her, Susie?

She came to my house
and took my Debbie Doll.

You gots a Debbie Doll?

I did.

She was in the closet.

I was gonna play with her
again... someday, maybe.

But that lady?

She didn't just take toys.

She took everything!

Even the water in the potty?

Even the wormies in the dirt?

Even the nummy stuff
in the belly button?

Everything.

Even my daddy's comic books,

and my mama's hair fryer.

We gots to stop her.

Come on!

[video game sound effects]

- Whoo, yeah!
- Come on, just a little more!

These doors are gonna
be open tonight.

Gonna get it, yeah! Ha.

This toaster is telling me it
has served its purpose here.

It has toasted enough bagels.

It said that?

Yes, I'm fluent in toaster.

Good for you.

I dropped out of
toaster in high school.

[grunting]

[gasps]

[grunts]

How am I supposed to make
breakfast or bake a cake?

Write this on your heart.

"The less we possess,
the less we stress."

The less we possess,

the less we stress.

Ooh, what's inside that
adorable little building?

Oh, nothing much.

Just some knitting
and craft items.

Oh, she's being modest.

Didi runs a successful online
boutique from that She-Shed.

Really?

Lady De-Clutter senses that

the artist in you clings
to unnecessary goods.

Righty-tighty, lefty-loosy.

[gasps]

Nice.

I'm going to need more boxes.

Oh, that organizizer can take

all the stuffs in the kitchen,

she can take all the
stuffs in the living room,

she can take all
the yummy stuffs

in all the belly buttons,

but I'm not letting her
take my Stu-driver...

That's where I draw the lines.

- Go Tommy!
- Yay!

Oh, I'm sensing a lot
of past energy here.

I'm keeping him.

If you insist.

Be right back.

[van unlocks]

Didi, are you sure you
want to keep doing this?

Did you know she took
Randy's favorite comic book?

"Telescope Man," issue 188.

Well, I...

I think it's freeing.
[chuckles weakly]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[grunting]

We gots to get my Stu-driver

out of that lady's car.

But how, Tommy?

She key-beeped it.

I think I gotsta plan.

She-Shed, what do
you wish to keep?

What is no longer serving
your universal purpose?

[gasps]

Um, Lady De-Clutter?

I also speak sewing machine,

and it is saying it
definitely wants to be here.

Uh-uh-huh.

Okay, I thought this was
gonna be a real hoot,

but it's kind of
taking a dark turn.

Yeah!

Operation Stu-driver is a go.

- Get that door open!
- Whoo!

- Oh, no, no.
- Whoo!

♪ ♪

They've entered
the sheep's head.

Repeat, they've entered
the sheep's head.

Oh, no, all my
vintage art supplies?

Vintage is just
another way of saying

"beholden to musty energy."

Cool, a crayon.

Phillip, we're 'apposed
to get the keys.

Push the button.

Which one?

[car beeps]

It worked, Chuckie.

I'm going in.

Be scareful, Tommy.

Hmm.

Not my motivational
penguin poster!

This talks to me!

All right, that's it.

[both grunting]

Let go.

[grunts]

After you find
your Stu-driver...

[grunts]

If you see my Debbie Doll,

will you tell her I said hi?

Sure, Susie.

[all panting]

I know today hasn't
been easy, Didi,

but you are so very brave.

Thank you.

There's just one more thing.

Tommy, the grown-ups
are back at the house.

This door is mine!

Walk through it, Stu.

Walk through it.

Game ov...

This home has been
officially decluttered.

Take a moment to reflect.

Lady De-Clutter will
see herself out.

Afort, Tommy, afort.

The organizerer is coming.

I can't leave without my...

Tommy? Oh...

Stu-driver.

I can always count on you.

- [grunts]
- What was that, Tommy?

Susie's Debbie Doll.

I founded it.

[sobbing]

You know what they say.

When one door closes...

[wails]

Sorry, poor choice of words.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

It feels like something's
missing, doesn't it?

Yeah, like your whole life.

Holy cow, where's your kid?

Tommy, where are you?

[phone dials rapidly]

Hey, it's me,

I'm just leaving
the Pickles' place.

[laughs]

- [laughs]
- Yeah. Tons of good stuff.

It's gonna sell for
a fortune online.

Uh... on the phone
with my next client.

Did you need something, dear?

Yes, my game!

You accidentally
decluttered our baby.

[laughs]

That one's got a screw loose.

[siren wails]

Get your hands off me.

Your days of scamming people
are over, Lady De-Clutter.

"Telescope Man," issue 188.

Thank you, Tommy.

[menacing laughter]

Eh, maybe not.

- I'll take that.
- She's beautiful.

Oh, my little hero.

Whoa-oh-oh, junior carpenter.

[upbeat tones]

You must taste yummy, Tommy.

Probably 'cause I need a bath.

- Hey, there, boy.
- Who's a good boy?

Who's a good boy? You
are. Yes, you are!

[barks]

Uh-oh, Deed.

Somebody has a new best friend.

Oh, sweetie, don't
get too attached.

We already have Spike.

But Didi, he looks
just like Mookie did

the day I got him
in first grade.

The exact same puppy breath
and little puppy teeth,

and exact same
little puppy tongue!

I was actually talking to Tommy.

You know, you could foster
the pup for a little while,

until the rescue group
finds him a permanent home.

I guess we could consider
a list of pros and cons.

Pro, puppy snuggles.

Con, nothing.

You can stay for
as long as it takes

to find your forever home.

Right, champ?

[laughs]

[light music]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

[barking]

This canine psychic blog says

we have to introduce the
puppy to Spike slowly

to help them
establish boundaries.

Spike! Meet my new puppy.

- Stu!
- Sorry.

Our new puppy.

- Stu...
- Fine...

Our foster puppy.

[mischievous music]

♪ ♪

[babbling]

Look, Deed.

A pair o' perros.

Eh?

"Perros" is Spanish for dogs.

We know that, Daddy.

Great joke, Pop.

We love you.

- Hmm.
- [vehicle approaching]

That must be Lucy.

She wants to see
the foster puppy.

But Didi, I'm still bonding.

Did you hear that Spike?

The puppy's name is Foster.

Hi, Foster.

[barks]

[groan]

[somber music]

[laughter]

I can't stay. I got to...

Aw, now that's what I call cute.

Why didn't you say so?

Have fun, kids.

Hey, guys. This is Foster.

Our new puppy.

Aw, is he gonna be
Spike's best friend?

Yeah, two's gonna be
even funner than one.

Ah, it doesn't
always work that way.

What are you saying, Lillian?

There's two of us.

Exactly, Phillip.

I'm still getting used
to having you around.

I know.

Let's help Spike
get used to Foster.

Who wants a belly rub?

Me first.

Oh, you mean them.

[grumbles]

[laughs]

Tommy, come see
what Foster's doing.

- Oh, he's so cute.
- Whoa!

- That's so funny.
- Why is he kicking?

[somber music]

Looks like everybody
loves Foster already.

[gasps]

[crickets chirping]

[loud crying]

[dogs barking]

What's wrong, baby bear?

[crying]

Oh, Tommy.

It's much too late for a bottle.

Hey, champ.

You're spoiling him.

What? I just said hi
to the little guy.

The puppy, Stu.

[groans]

It's not like I warmed
the milk or anything.

Why is the sight of a puppy
with a bottle so irresistible?

I know.

It's like when monkeys
wear people clothing.

But Daddy forgot
we only have room

for one doggie in this house.

Shh, it's okay.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Guys,

I had a bad dream last night.

Who was even more gassy.

I dreamded that Foster was
in charge of the whole house,

and Mommy and Daddy and Grandpa

did whatever he wanted.

And when birds eat the frogs...

What happened when
you wakeded up?

When I wakeded up,

I went to my mommy
and daddy's bedroom

to make sure it
was just a dream,

but it wasn't a dream!

Foster was right there
in bed snuggling with

my mommy and daddy,
in their bed!

Now I understand how
Spike must have feelded

when he didn't get belly
rubs and Foster did.

'Cause it's the
same way I feelded

when I didn't get a
bottle and Foster did.

If Foster gets to drink milk

and snuggle with
Mommy and Daddy,

that means he's the one doggie.

What do you mean the one doggie?

My mommy said we only
gots room for one doggie.

They must of pickeded Foster.

He is cute.

That's the problem, Lil.

Foster's littler and cuter
and newer than Spike,

so he gets to stay.

But then, what happens to Spike?

- [screaming]
- Whoa!

This is not working
for me, Tommy Pickles.

I just got here and
that drool factory

covered Cynthia in dog spit.

And if he keeps doing bad stuff,

your mommy and daddy
are gonna take him back

to the puppy store.

So keep him away
from my Cynthia!

Guys, that's it.

We just gots to make Foster
look like he's doing bad stuff.

And then, they'll pick
Spike instead of him.

Come on! We gots to save Spikey.

No, yes. No, not that way.

Go through there!

Through that one.
Hang on to the key.

[liquid splattering]

Good boy, Chuckie.

Ah.

[laughs]

Don't quit the game, Chas.

It's still my turn.

[dramatic music]

No! My Final Eclipse socks!

Oh, buddy, it's my fault.

I just haven't taken you
on enough walkies, have I?

We'll go out right
after I finish

crushing your uncle
Chas at "Door Stop."

Yes, we will.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

[grunts, laughs]

♪ ♪

Are you sure it's okay
we take your mommy's

special string and pull
it all over the yard?

Oh, it's not us.

It's Foster, remember?

[all grunt]

Oh?

[all gasp]

♪ ♪

[laughs]

[growling playfully]

Tommy? Kids?

Are you out here?

Oh!

My yarn.

Oh, precious.

This is all my fault.

I never should have left it out.

Who can resist baby-yak yarn?

Maybe Mommy will knit you
baby-yak yarn booties.

Yes, she will.

♪ ♪

[all groan]

- [humming cheerfully]
- Grandpa!

Are the cookies ready, yet?

Almost, sunshine.

♪ ♪

[barks]

Ugh, you sneaky, little...

Bundle of cuteness,

with an incredible palate.

[groans]

Did you catch that aftertaste?

Yep, it's fennel.

Let me get this straight.

As usual, you babies aren't
even good at being bad.

So, now, you need my help?

Yes, please, Angelica.

They're gonna give away
Spike and keep the puppy.

You love Spike more
than the puppy, right?

Well...

I do not like the puppy

or anything that thinks
it's cuter than me.

And Spike does let
Cynthia ride him

when her race horse is tired, so

I guess I can help him out.

Great. What should we do?

Hmm.

What's in this for me?

Ooh.

Yeah, there's a lot more
where this came from.

[grunts]

Once the job is done.

I'm gonna want
that entire diaper.

♪ ♪

Hi, Grandpa.

Can you write down
a poem I wrote?

Hm? Oh, sure. Shoot.

Dear Aunt Didi,

I'm a bad puppy,

so I'm running away.

You can keep Spike.
Love, Foster.

Free verse. Dig it.

♪ ♪

There, now it's
legally blinding.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

My cookie?

Hey, you took a
bite out of this!

Did not.

[crunching]

Where is Foster going, Tommy?

Back to the park
where we got him.

He has to run away before
my mommy reads his note.

Go on, Foster.

Time to go see your
doggie friends.

[barks]

Yay!

Look who I founded.

All: No!

Go ahead, Stu.

You can do it.

All right, kids, it's time
to say bye-bye to the puppy.

He's gonna live
at Susie's house.

And I can visit
him anytime I want.

I mean, you can visit
him anytime you want.

- Okay, buddy.
- He'll be right next door.

[laughs]

Come over anytime.

- [gasps]
- Maybe call first.

Seriously.

Kidding.

Aw, Spikey.

You're my onliest doggie ever.

[upbeat music]

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

Klasky Csupo.

[sputtering, horn honks]