Whoa!
Gweeseek!
Gweeseek, get over -- Come on.
Whoa! [ Grunts ]
Huh?
♪♪
♪ Pipsqueaks! The Musical ♪
Ahh, there's nothing more relaxing
than flying a kite in a park with your cat.
Yep, just me and this -- [ Wind blows ]
Whoa-oh-whoa-aaah!
Whoa! Whoa! Whaa!
Whoa-whoa! Whaaaah!
♪♪
[ Grunts ]
No, no, Gwee, don't get up.
I'll go get it.
I mean -- [ Chuckles ] -- you could always build a gadget
that could just get it for both of us, but...
Ah, forget it. I'm here.
[ Grunting ]
Tiggy! Whoa!
Watch your step!
Ribbit. Pipsqueaks?
What are you babies doing up here?
You found our clubhouse!
[ Whimsical music plays ]
Wait. Who's that kid dressed up like a doctor?
That's Doctor Slidewhistle!
And he's not dressed up like a doctor, he is a doctor!
[ Whistle! ]
[ Laughter ]
But I thought there were only three Lil' Pipsqueaks?
Only twee?
There's way more! Whoa!
♪ There's a whole pip pip pip pippity world of Pipsqueaks ♪
♪ Let us introduce ourselves to you and Gweeseeks ♪
♪ There's Sneezers and his allergies ♪
♪ We love him more with every sneeze ♪
♪ Lockjaw has a winning smile ♪
♪ Punch-o and his sense of style! ♪
♪ It's a pip pip pippity ♪
♪ Pip pip world of Pipsqueaks! ♪
[ Slide whistle plays ]
♪ There's a whole pip pip pip pippity world of Pipsqueaks ♪
♪ Each and every one of us is very unique ♪
♪ Here comes mean mean Josephine! ♪
♪ Who ate all my lima beans? ♪
♪ The Giblet Triplets, 1-2-3! ♪
♪ Bitey ate your lima beans! ♪
♪ It's a pip pip pippity, pip pip world of -- ♪
♪ And my name is Hamh-o-o-o-o-ock! ♪
♪ It's a pip pip pippity, pip pip world of Pipsqueaks! ♪
[ All panting ]
Well, what did you think?
The song? It was great!
He wiked it, everyone!
[ All cheering ]
Phew! Ribbit.
Now, what was I doing up here?
Oh, yeah! My kite.
[ Grunts ] Huh?
Aah! Pipsqueaks -- watch out!
[ All screaming ]
[ Crashing ]
Uhh...oops.
Oh, no!
You weduced it to wubble!
[ Whistle! Whistle! ] [ Can crunches ]
[ Crying ] Hmmph!
You owe us a clubhouse. Ribbit.
Look, I don't even have my own clubhouse!
I-I just hang out at the department.
We'll take it!
Dat'll be a gweat clubhouse.
Let's go!
Okay, okay.
But the rest of the crew can't find out.
We'll have to sneak you in.
And the manager says to me,
"This isn't a drive-in theater."
So I say, "Well, my car's in here, so it is now!"
Ha ha!
Now they have to close down!
[ Door opens ] [ Grunting ]
[ Sighs ]
Boy, oh, boy, did I find a bunch of lost items today!
13 lost items, to be precise.
What is that, a new record?
Actually, that's the minimum daily quota.
You've been underperforming for years.
Anyhoo, I'll just take these items up to my room and--
This Guy: Stop right there!
As you well know, Tiggy,
every item must be properly logged.
Otherwise, chaos reigns.
Okay, well, I've got nothing to hide.
[ Chuckles nervously ] [ Music starts ]
Go ahead and take a gander...
What is this?
Don't tell me we're singing now.
♪ Seems that way! ♪
Alright, I'm breaking out the earplugs.
♪ What do we got here, what do we got? ♪
♪ Thirteen lost items ♪
♪ Pfft! That's not a lot ♪
♪ You will make a joyous sound ♪
♪ When you see the things I've f-o-o-o-ound ♪
♪ Some winter apparel ♪ ♪ Check ♪
♪ A suspicious barrel ♪ ♪ Check ♪
♪ A sack of potatoes ♪
♪ A portrait of Van Gogh ♪ Ah-choo!
♪ Check, check ♪
♪ A gnome for your lawn! ♪
♪ Check ♪
♪ A dodecahedron ♪
♪ Check ♪
♪ A ventriloquist dummy ♪ Ribbit!
♪ An angry mummy ♪ Arr!
♪ Check, check ♪
♪ Almost done, we're past the halfway point ♪
♪ Speed it up before I break your joints ♪
Whoa!
♪ A very fancy lamp and chair ♪ ♪ Check ♪
♪ A taxidermy grizzly bear! ♪ ♪ Check ♪
♪ The best is last, of course, of course ♪
♪ I found the missing Trojan horse ♪
♪ Check cheggity check check, check check ♪
[ Slide whistle plays ]
You guys are too embarrassing to live.
Pipsqueaks, welcome to your new clubhouse,
or as they say in France, mi casa es su casa.
Waah! Wait!
Uh, maybe we should lay some ground rules!
Whoa! Whoa! [ Laughing ]
I've never seen a bathtub this big!
Uh, Hamhock, that's not a --
Ohh!
Come back here! Ribbit.
♪♪
Who told you guys it was okay to act like this?!
No one told us.
No one's told us nothin'!
We ain't got no parental guidance!
We're fancy free.
Maybe Tiggy can be our pawental guidance.
Me? No, I mean like a grown-up.
A grown...up?
Ribbit?
Like you?
No, I'm not a grown-up.
Wike her?
Tiggy: No, she's a cat.
-Like that? -That's a bed!
Well, what's a grown-up?
I'll tell you what a grown-up is.
Grown-ups are, well,
they're just the best people in the whole wide world.
♪ Add two cups of caring ♪
♪ A half a stick of kindness butter ♪
♪ Stir in good advice ♪
♪ That keeps you out of life's sad gutters ♪
♪ Fold in some dependability ♪
♪ Drizzle on some dignity ♪
♪ That's the grown-up recipe ♪
[ All sigh ]
How 'bout him?
Chief? Well, yeah.
He's the most grown-up person I know, actually.
Maybe he'll be our parental guidance!
[ All cheer ] [ Slide whistle plays ]
Uh, look, don't get too excited.
Chief is a very respectable gentleman,
and you Pipsqueaks are, well, to put it delicately...
disgusting. [ Flies buzzing ]
He has a point. Ribbit.
You hoid 'em, evewybody! Wash up!
♪♪
[ Spits ]
♪♪
[ Water splashing ]
Ugh!
♪♪
[ Twinkle! ]
[ Slide whistle plays ]
[ Laughter ]
Hey, you all clean up pretty good.
But a fancy grown-up like Chief expects little kids
to be on their best manners.
Mannuhs? Manners?
Mannews?
♪ Manners, they matter ♪
♪ You must always mind your manners ♪
♪ Remember, you're a member of society ♪
♪♪
♪ Stand up straight, don't be late ♪
♪ Never cough up what you ate ♪
♪ And make sure to say thank you, please ♪
♪ Can we eat all our boogeys? ♪
♪ No, no, no ♪
♪ Can we hock all our loogeys? ♪
♪ No, no, no ♪
♪ What a waste ♪ ♪ I love the taste! ♪
♪ We could always eat some paste ♪
♪ As long as you say thank you, please ♪
♪ Can we hang fwom our toes? ♪
♪ No, no, no ♪
♪ Can we eat from our nose? ♪
What is your fixation with eating boogers?
You don't eat your boogers?
No!
More for me! Eugh! Aah!
♪ Now we're members of society ♪
Jam Jar, you have boogers all over your mouth.
[ Slurp! ]
Ahh. Eugh!
[ Doorbell rings ]
Okay, this is it.
Your one shot at a decent life.
Now go in there and win that old man's love,
or it's straight to the glue factory!
Yes, Tiggy.
[ Door creaks open ]
♪ Chief will see you now ♪
♪ Will see you now ♪
I, Chief, am a very busy and rich dog-man!
Now tell me, Tiggy -- what is it you want?
Well, I... I, uh...
Yes? Yes?
I-I was -- I was...
We were wondering if --
Spit it out! Time is money!
I was wondering if you'd take in these adorable kids right here!
♪♪
You want me, Chief, to adopt a baker's dozen of street brats
and allow them live in my opulent mansion?
Yeah. Uh, I-I mean, why not?
Why not?!
I'll tell you why not!
♪ Kids ♪
♪ I hate kids ♪
♪ They're smelly and they're yelly ♪
♪ And I hate to hear them whine ♪
♪ Kids -- ha! ♪
♪ I hate kids ♪
♪ They're grimy and they're slimy ♪
♪ A complete waste of time ♪
♪ Kids! Kids are great ♪
♪ I hate kids ♪
♪ Don't you want to see these babies ♪
♪ Live until they're eight? ♪
♪ Nope, kids are dopes ♪
♪ Kids are great! ♪
♪ Don't you contradict me ♪
♪ Or I'll wash your mouth with soap ♪
♪ 'Cause I ♪
♪ Hate ♪
♪ Kids ♪
♪ I hate kids! ♪
[ Door slams ]
Well, Pipsqueaks, I guess we should go.
But you said gwown-ups were the best people in the whole world.
Not dis one.
He's a meanie.
♪ He's fresh out of caring ♪
♪ And someone stole his kindness butter ♪
♪ A tablespoon of greed ♪
♪ Milk from a sad cow's udders ♪
♪ He's so alone ♪
♪ And so lonely ♪
♪ He has zero empathy ♪
♪ That's the mean-man recipe ♪
Wait!
I have never heard it expressed in such plain terms before.
You Pipsqueaks have touched this old dog's heart.
[ Gasps ] Does that mean...?
Yes.
You are now all my children.
Yay!
♪ Chief took them in ♪
♪ What a happy end ♪
♪ Nothing's stopping them ♪
♪ Tiggy saved the d-a-a-a-ay ♪
Those butlers are right.
We did save the day.
Now, what was I doing here again?
Oh, yeah, my kite. [ Grunts ]
[ Crashing]
Uh...oops.
♪♪