takes the choice out of toppings!
TTGY. We decide your fate.
No gummy toppings, please.
We'll see.
There they are, Barry. Right on time.
Eating their froyo. It's like they're mocking me.
Yeah. Dumb cardboard people, think they're better than us.
No, Barry. Them.
The Babysitter's Society.
You can't get a babysitting gig anywhere
without their connections.
Today's my day, Barry.
I'm getting in.
Here's your order.
Ahem. Kiff Chatterley here.
I would like to join the Babysitter's Society,
and let me tell you why.
Number one--
Let me stop you right there.
The only thing we care about is experience.
You ever see any real action?
As an official babysitter?
No. But that's because I can't get any jobs
without being in your society.
Them's the rules.
Don't be sad, Kiff. They're just snooty teenagers.
Oh, shoot, I told Harry and Terri I'd be home by now.
They're in charge of me and Kristophe today
because my mom's at an astronomy convention.
Harry and Terri are babysitting today?
And then I said, "Them's the rules."
[all laugh]
[grunts]
I'm gonna get my experience today
by shadowing Harry and Terri Buns
while they babysit.
Terri? Terri "Two Bowls"?
Love her videos.
If you shadow her and get good experience,
I suppose we could let you into our society.
Oh, I'll get good experience, all right.
We're talking Harry and Terri here.
Those two have a ton of wisdom to impart.
Sorry, what are you doing now?
Hmm? You say something?
Oh, horoscopes.
You're just gonna sit there reading magazines?
- What about Kristophe? - What? We gave him one.
I'm appalled!
This flies in the face of everything
I've studied about pro-babysitting.
Osborne's Guide clearly states that a child not watched closely
exposes them to over 781 dangerous scenarios.
Look. Electrical wire. Pyramid schemes.
[gasps] Magazine paper cuts!
Ugh. Fine. How about you be in charge
of making sure none of that happens to Kristophe,
since you seem to know so much.
Me, be in charge? Of babysitting Kristophe?
You mean it?
Yeah. Why don't you go be in charge of him upstairs.
Out of earshot.
- Peekaboo. Peekaboo. - Peekaboo. Peekaboo.
[both laugh]
[both imitating airplanes]
Kiff? You gonna take your turn?
I just got to check something. Be right back.
I'm supposed to be learning from them today.
They're older, they should be setting an example.
What if something were to happen?
What if, something, were to happen?
Yeah, I heard you.
No, no, I mean, let's pretend something bad happened
to teach Harry and Terri a lesson
that they need to be more attentive
and caring babysitters.
Fun, but shouldn't you focus on getting experience
for the Society?
I promised the Society I'd get good experience.
Trust me, when I'm done, we'll all be gold-star sitters.
Hey, Kristophe.
Do you want to play a game called,
"Get in the Hamper and Stay Put for 10 Minutes"?
Kristophe is missing! We can't find Kristophe!
You have to put down your magazines!
Ah! Look at us! Pay attention to us!
- Wait, really? - Yes, it's real.
- Don't think! Just react! - [screams]
- Oh, my gosh. - Oh, no! Kristophe.
Kristophe, where are you?
Ugh!
[grunts]
Kristophe! He's not here!
Kiff, is this still part of it?
Nope. This one got away from me.
Uh, hey.
[chuckles nervously] Just kidding. Stop.
[chuckles]
It was a... drill. It was a drill.
Good job. Good, um, reaction times. A-plus.
Kristophe's just hiding in his room.
He's fine.
[laughs nervously] You know, it's kind of funny.
Jeepers creepers. I'm so keyed up.
Where's that copy of Teen Chill?
Do not bother us again,
or you'll both end up on the wrong end
of a magazine wedgie.
What's a magazine wedgie?
Do not make us have to figure out
what a magazine wedgie is.
Okay, not exactly what I had in mind,
but I think in time they'll come to appreciate the lesson.
And anyway, we stopped it before anything actually bad happened.
Um, Kiff?
Oh, no. Kristophe is missing?
For real?
[both scream]
[snoring]
Help! We can't find Kristophe!
Get up! You have to help us!
We can't find him anywhere!
Pfft. Nice tries, cheese fries.
Fool us once. Et cetera, et ce--
No, we're serious!
Last time was fake, but this time is real.
Oh, my gosh, just take a magazine.
What is it with you two and magazines?
Did you win a bunch of subscriptions or something?
All right, nobody panic.
We just need to fan out and search the room.
Anything might be a clue.
How about this?
Barry, no, that's just another dumb mag--
Wait a minute. Prison Break Monthly?
Dog-eared on a diagram about escaping via tunneling?
[gasps] Don't you see?
Kristophe must've tunneled his way under the backyard.
Tunneled? Wouldn't we see a hole somewhere?
Uh, "Step 3: Cover Your Tracks"?
Man, that checks out.
Look, our best bet is to go outside and dig down
into Kristophe's tunnel,
intercepting him before he reaches the county line.
I'll get the shovels.
[doorbell rings]
Oh, no.
Oh, hey. Is Kiff still shadowing you?
We thought we'd drop by for a surprise home visit.
Knock yourself out.
I think they're all being annoying in the backyard.
They can't know I lost Kristophe.
[Kiff muttering indistinctly]
[Barry] What? I don't want to do that.
[Kiff] Please, just for a few minutes.
[Barry groans]
Um, hello? Kiff?
[gasps]
What a cute little baby.
Oh, hello, Babysitter's Society. What a pleasant surprise.
I was just taking this little guy out for an afternoon stroll.
In a wheelbarrow?
Hmm, seems unsafe.
Oh, on the contrary, Jill.
It's all the rage with modern babysitters.
Wheelbarrows improve baby core strength
and mimic the feel of a bassinet
much more than a stroller.
Is that true?
How interesting.
We'll look into that.
Please, continue like we aren't here.
Kiff, what about Kristophe?
I know, I know. Keep digging.
Anyway, you're just in time for baby's daily dig.
A fun way to get vitamin D and work on upper body strength.
You're never too young to start getting ripped, I say.
That is one strong baby.
This could make a great cover.
Uh, what's the-- What's the camera for?
[chuckles]
We're starting a new magazine.
Babysitter's Monthly.
How would you and your buff baby
like to be on the cover of our very first issue?
Cover of Babysitter Magazine?
Kiff, I do not want to be on the cover of a magazine
wearing a burlap diaper.
Hush, baby.
- Let the grown-ups talk. - No!
Wait, did you just get him to say his first word?
High marks, Kiff. Very high marks.
I'd count your membership pretty much in the bag.
We'll just grab this quick photo and get out of your hair.
No! No! I do not want to be photographed in a diaper!
That's a lot of first words.
[screams]
What exactly is going on here?
All right. Okay. Barry isn't the baby.
I am currently unsure of baby's exact location.
[relaxing music playing]
Wow.
Wow, wow.
You'll never sit in this town now, Kiff Chatterley,
not after getting my clipboard all wet.
[scoffs] And the baby thing?
- What? - Yeah, that too.
You lost a kid.
Wait! Please! Have mercy!
You can always take over a paper route.
There's a six-year-old in my neighborhood
who's really been slacking.
[laughs]
Look what you did to our yard.
Kristophe's not down here, Kiff.
What, did you actually lose him?
Hey, I was just supposed to be shadowing today, okay?
I wasn't supposed to be in charge.
Is that my burlap sack?
I didn't want to wear a diaper, Kiff.
- [all shouting] - [Mary] Kids!
Are you in the backyard?
Mom, Barry's the one who broke the water pipe.
- I told him not to. - She was in charge of Kristophe.
Hello, my love. You have a good time today?
They hit a water pipe.
Yell at them for ruining the yard, Mom.
[rumbling]
Wow! The keys to my hot rod.
I dropped these in the tub years ago.
Now, I can finally cruise town in my hot rod again.
- But Kiff lost-- They... - But Kiff lost-- They...
This is all thanks to Kiff, huh?
Well, Kiff, color me impressed.
How would you like a regular gig watching Kristophe here?
- [all] What? - Why not?
He likes you.
And Harry and Terri could sure use a break.
But it doesn't bother you that I'm not
a sash-carrying member of the Table Town Babysitter's Society?
The what? I don't even know what that is. You're hired.
I did it! You hear that, Harry and Terri? I--
Oh, they're already back to the magazines.
[engine revving]
[Kiff & Barry] Whoo-hoo! Yeah!
[Barry] Whoo!