Uh! Wah!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Ta-da!
- Ah! - Ugh.
Whoa! Ah!
- Aww.
Go, go, go!
Nice ride.
- Whoo-hoo! - Yeah!
So how's the toddler and new baby and me group going?
The babies are winning.
I just don't remember being this wiped out with Tommy.
How did you ever manage two infants at the same time?
Eh, you give up a few hobbies.
Like sleeping.
It's all worth it for this face.
Oh, who's Mommy's cutie-wootie?
Goochie-goochie-goo! - Coo, coo, coo, coo.
Why are they talking to Dil like that?
And how come he just lays there,
and never plays with us?
He's nothing like you, Tommy.
He never thinks of fun games, or takes us on adventures.
Are you're sure he's even your brother?
What else could he be?
We all met him at the hopsicle that day.
Maybe they sent home the wrong baby by mistake.
- Can they do that?
Oh, sure.
Once my daddy ordered a pineapple ham pizza,
and instead, we got mushroom.
You get what I'm saying?
So Dil might be a mushroom pizza?
Mushrooms are icky.
Oh, my mom says they're almost here.
They drove all the way from Florida without stopping.
Can you hang with them during my group?
No problem. I love your folks.
But won't they be exhausted from the trip?
Oh, I love the smell of kreplach in the morning!
Hi, Deedelah. Hi, Betty.
Mom!
Dad!
What are you doing in a food truck?
Not just any food truck.
This is Bubbe's Blintzmobile!
Long story short, we sold the deli to move out here,
but we missed making food.
And then Fran Furnofitz from unit five
was selling this truck.
Turns out her cake and seafood concept, Frosted Fish,
was a bust.
It's still a long story.
Minka, she's got her baby group.
We'll visit later.
Look at these beauties!
Oh, look how big Tommy got.
Oh, Bubbe missed you.
And here's our sweet Dil, just staring off into space.
Like a little alien blob from planet Pupik.
Are you an alien blob?
Let me see.
Yes, you are. Yes, you are.
So there was a mix-up!
If that's an alien blob, then where's your brother?
Hmm.
He must be in space.
So we're gonna fly up to the other planet
with this alien baby and bring back the real Dil!
Didi, don't let us keep you from your group.
Betty, could you come take a look at our kitchen setup?
Blintzes as street food?
Fresh.
And in the morning, I found the baby tucked
into the big girl bed with my two-year-old
and a loaf of sourdough bread in the crib!
Parenting fail or what?
I've been trying to make sourdough starter for years.
- Been there.
Actually, I'm a teeny bit worried about Tommy.
He stares at his baby brother like they're strangers.
What if they're not bonding?
Yeah, Zelda and I worried about that with Pierce.
But once Piper got a little past the newborn phase,
he suddenly got interested.
That's good to hear.
This toddler and newborn thing is tricky.
Last night, I had dry cereal and a juice box for dinner.
Honestly, I'd be happy if I had the time
for just one home-cooked meal.
* Have a blintz, have a latke ♪
♪ Get them while they're nice and hot-ke ♪
Everyone, this is my dad, Boris.
He and my mom just moved from Florida.
I'll take one.
- Whoa, that is hot! - Thank you!
I like anything on a toothpick.
Am I right?
Dil--I mean, Blobby.
They sended you here by mistake,
but we're gonna get you back home.
To the lunch pad!
I think this is the planet my zayde was talking about.
Now all we gots to do is get Blobby
back to his family and find Dil.
It's wiggly and wobbly.
Just like Blobby.
So this must be where he comes from.
Rupert likes it.
Catch you later, pal.
Hope you find some space flies.
There's no reason to be scared of a jiggly planet.
I got to say, Minka, you and Boris always surprise me.
The universe works in mysterious ways, Betty.
One week, you're slicing pastrami,
and the next, you're driving across country
in a blintz truck.
Such is life.
Blobby, is this your home planet?
Blow a bubble for yes.
Or toot, if it's easier.
Guys, I think we're in the right place.
Greetings, alien blobs.
I'm Captain Tommy.
We come in peace.
And we brought gummy worms.
Uh, nope. Ate them all.
But we broughted back this blobby blob for you.
And now we'd like to have Dil back, please.
Maybe we can talk to them in that language
your mamas were talking.
Mmm.
We need you at all the group meetings.
Mmm, I can never get my matzo balls this fluffy!
Oh, Dad, this is perfect.
A bit of a surprise, but perfect.
Boris, you can hug later.
These young people are hungry.
Another round of matzo ball mugs coming up.
They don't understand us.
Now how are we gonna find Dil?
Hello, fellow space travelers.
What brings you to planet Blob?
Oh, hiya, Pierce.
My new baby brother got sended here by mistake.
Have you seen him?
Well, you're in the right place for new babies.
Of course, up here, we call them blobs.
I'm collecting scientific data about them.
What they do all day, for instance.
What have you learned?
They mostly sleep and poop.
So Dil's gots to be one of them.
You gotta find the one that acts the most like Tommy.
Hmm, how do I act?
You know, a little laughing, a little crying.
A little stu-driver down the diapey.
I find it helpful to observe them.
Good luck!
It sneezeded!
I do that too!
That's the one!
Uh, they can't both be Dil.
The space beam took one of the blobs!
Lucky.
What?
I always wanted to get zapped by a space beam.
But it might take Dil next.
I'm starting to think we're never gonna
find my brother in time.
Yes, we will.
You just have to think of the thing you do the mostest.
One more thing.
You got to find your brother before lunchtime.
That's when they all disappear.
Hmm.
I got an idea.
Everyone, on my signal, take a blob and run!
How do we even pick them up?
We're on another planet.
There's less gravity here.
So just grab them?
No, just try to get them to float over
to that funny-looking tree.
Let's move, team.
- Oh, Rupert!
I got to get him, ah!
Keep going. I'm turning back.
That might be Dil!
Oh, how am I ever gonna figure this out?
Whoa, look.
That blob is doing the exact same thing as Tommy.
That must be the one!
Dil, you may be a blob right now,
but you're my blob.
And you belong back on planet Earth with me and my friends.
Let's get you home!
Whew. That was a close crawl.
You know this one?
Yeah, it's my baby brother.
I wasn't expecting him to be a blob.
Ah, yes.
They're all blobs at first.
But according to my research, over time,
they do change into humans.
See?
We worked on that.
Aw, Dilly.
I can't wait to see what you do next.
Didi, look at your boys.
I don't think you have to worry about them bonding.
You ready to go, buddy?
We'll see you tonight.
And we're going to bring dinner.
Listen, darlings. We know what it's like.
We had two little ones ourselves.
Borry, we could park here Monday through Friday
in this same spot, right?
You bet.
Minka, to the Blintzmobile!
There's been lots of questions going around
about my hat,
so it's time for the greatest show-and-tell story ever told.
It all started yesterday.
Yes, Kimi?
You said you would be showing us your hair.
Is that happening today?
Ugh, yes!
After the story!
Now, as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted.
It was Gabi's first time babysitting.
Gabi, are you sure you're OK with babysitting all of them?
I know Lou is here, but still.
It's your first time. And it's a lot of kids.
Not to worry, Mrs. P.
I'm a certified Babysitting Bootcamp graduate.
That's very comforting.
Just call if you need me.
I'll be leading my first coffee
and crafting workshop at Betty's Beans.
Oh!
Three signups already.
I've got to get over there and help your Aunt Betty set up.
Gabi, you have gum!
With bubbles!
I've always wanted to chew gum.
Classic Babysitting Bootcamp scenario number eight,
asking for gum before you're old enough.
Mm, sorry. It's a no-go.
That's right, no gum for babies.
Maybe one day when you're older.
Like, 35.
Hey, Gabi.
You got any advice on taking a selfie?
I just need one decent picture for my senior center profile.
They keep coming out a little off.
Ah!
How did you even--
ugh, we'll work on it.
Eh, could it be the lighting?
We could try one out in the yard.
Go ahead, Gabi.
Me and Cynthia will make sure the babies
don't get into any gum-- I mean, trouble.
Thanks. I'll be right back.
And definitely not gum.
That can cause trouble.
Maybe for babies, but not for big kids like us,
right, Cynthia?
'Sides, one piece can't hurt.
We'll just chew it and put it right back.
Mmm.
It tastes like sprinkles and rainbows in one chew!
Oh, Gabi! I can explain!
Spike, quit being all sneaky.
Where'd the gum go?
Uh-oh.
Now what, Cynthia?
Who wants to play a really fun game?
It's called, everybody put kitchen stuff on your head.
Here, I'll get you started.
I love this game.
Smells like beans.
Ah!
What's that pink stuff in your hair?
Nothing.
Nothing nothing?
Or gum nothing?
It's not my fault.
I was just holding the pack of gum,
and it got opened.
And now Gabi's gonna get in trouble.
So we have to hide my hair.
Maybe we could help you get it out.
Ha!
You can't fix big kid problems with that toy screwdriver.
Well, when I got Colby Clay stuck in my hair,
my mama took me to the hair-messer to fix it.
Susie Carmichael, this is no time
for another useless baby story.
I got real problems, and none of you got answers.
If you don't like our ideas,
you could always just tell Gabi.
Fine, I will.
Hey, there. How's my little helper?
Everything's fine!
The babies didn't chew any gum, and we're playing a fun game.
So creative. I love it.
I'll come play in one minute.
I'm almost done helping your grandpa.
Gabi, I'm a rabbit with pink whiskers again.
Coming, Mr. Pickles.
OK.
We'll do your hair-messer idea.
I'll see if I have an appointment open.
Name, please.
Just one piece of gum did all this?
Must have been a jumbo-size piece.
Could you just hurry up and fix it?
Gabi's gonna be back any second.
OK.
Tommy, I'll need a spinny chair
and all the brushes we can find.
Chuckie, get this woman a drink.
Phil, Lil, go check on the grown-ups.
- On it. - Checking!
Here we go.
It doesn't spin, but it says good job every time you--
A potty seat?
No way. I got my limits.
You want the gum out or not?
Good job!
Enjoy.
It's cranberry.
So how you been lately?
Not so well, Chuckie.
Not so well.
Mm-mm-mm.
Tell me all about it.
Where do I start?
Cynthia was gonna chew gum,
and all I did was unwrap it for her.
And of course, I get all the blame.
You know how dolls can be.
Well, I'm out of brushes.
What else we got?
What about this diapey cream?
Grown-ups use it on us to fix everything.
I'm not sure it works on the other end, but here goes.
Hold still.
Ah, smells good.
Is it working?
We got the grown-up report.
Ooh, now you gotted whipped cream on your ponytail.
Nah, that's snow.
Susie, now there's white gloop in my hair!
Well, at least you can't see the gum as much anymore.
That's it, Chuckie!
If we can't get the gum out,
we'll make it into a fancy hairdo.
Phil and Lil, get some decorating stuff.
- On it. - Stuffs coming up.
OK, ready.
Actually, what about a little desk lamp
to balance the shadows?
There's one in the living room. - Got it.
Hm.
Hey, handsome.
Stay.
And now for the finishing touch.
Bag, please.
It's beautiful.
I could cry.
Susie, it's a work of art.
It's terrible!
You all made it worse!
It might look different when we blow it out.
Forget it. My hair is ruined.
And without it, well, am I even Angelica?
Um, I'm sorry you're sad, Angelica.
But it's just hair.
Just hair?
Maybe to you baldy babies.
Susie and Chuckie, you have hair.
You get it.
But me?
I'm the girl with the yellow ponytails,
not the girl with gum, and diaper cream,
and crayons, and...
Reptar Puffs stuck on her head!
Some customers are never satisfied.
Only Cynthia understands me.
The rest of you, get out!
Oof!
She's still Angelica, all right.
- Angelica, are you in there?
Yes, but I'm never coming out.
I got a problem so big,
I gotta live the rest of my life in here alone.
Gee, that's too bad.
You might feel better if we talk about it.
Promise you won't get mad?
I promise.
No matter what's wrong, it's all gonna be OK
if you open the door and let me help.
Hey, Pop!
Well, coffee and crafting was a huge success.
Oh, that's just beautiful.
Kids all good? How did Gabi do?
She was fantastic.
She helped me master the selfie.
Take a look.
I'm a suave cookie chef
with an air of mysterious tree-hugger.
Hi there! Here to collect Miss Angelica.
Ooh, look at your cute little hat.
I'm so sorry, Mrs. P. There was a gum incident.
- Oh, poor little angel.
Aunt Didi, it's not Gabi's fault.
She's the best babysitter ever.
I couldn't stop myself!
Oh, goodness.
There is gum in your hair, and quite a few other things.
We tried and tried,
but gum just got in deeper.
This is one of those teaching moments in parenting
that I still need to research.
I'll go call Charlotte and see what she wants us to do.
If I may, working for Charlotte
for the past four years 24/7,
I know just what she would want us to do.
Snip, snip.
Ooh.
Are you sure, Jonathan?
Definitely, and we've got to hurry,
before it spreads to the other side.
You ready, sweetie?
You're very brave, Angelica.
Just remember, it's not about how many ponytails you have.
It's about who you are inside.
And who you are is perfect.
That is not something they teach you
at Babysitting Bootcamp.
Thank you, Gabi.
All right, Angelica. Deep breath.
And then, snip, snip.
And it was over.
Good storytelling, Angelica.
Now do we get to see your hair?
That's right. New hair, same me.
Can you deal with that?
It's so--so--
Perfect? I know.
Klasky Csupo.