Good job, you guys. We're almost there. [to Dil] Good, Dil. Now, play nice. [Dil hits him with his baby bottle]
Not much fun back there, is it?
Oh, we're doing okay. [to Dil] That's some good hittin' there, Dilly. [Dil hits him again]
I'm hungry. Right about now my daddy would be making me a fried baloney sandwich. I can almost smell that burning. Ooh, it tastes all crunchy.
Stop it, Chuckie. You're making me hungry. [Dil hits him again]
Oh, no!
We can't see our houses from here, Tommy.
We can't see any houses from here.
We're doomed! Doomed. Doomed, I tell you!
Mrs. Pickles, I know this is hard for you, but can you identify this binky? [holds up the pacifier]
This is all Dil's fault! Right, Chuckie?
Uh...
Uh, uh! This never would've happened if you hadn't putted him in the wagon in the first place, right, Chuckie?
Uh...Uh - Uh...
It's not our fault you got a bad, naughty, stinky baby for a brother!
He's not naughty. He's just a...he's just a...a baby! How could you be mad just because you're... [Dil rips a tab on Tommy's diaper and it drops. He looks down, shocked and embarrassed, but he plays it off to defend his brother. The others stare at Tommy's exposure, with Lil in particular giving a peculiar creepy smile before looking away] ...um...standing there all nakie? I mean, I'm sure he's trying to help. And side's, it's hot, phew, exploring in the woods all day. [picks up his diaper] Ah! A little breeze feels good. Just what I needed. Oh, thank you, Dil.
Those hiccups are really starting to bug me.
Face it, Tommy. Having a baby brother just isn't what you expected.
Hey, you guys, look. Somebody's house. Tommy was right.
Wow. My sponsatility does work.
Yeah, but who'd have a house way out there in the forest?
Maybe a lizard lives there.
A lizard?
You know, a big guy with a pointy hat that grants wishes. All's we got to do is knock on the door and say we wanna go home. See? Then everything will be back to Norman.
Thank, Bob!
Thank you, Bob.
Come on, guys! We're off to see the lizard! [trips on something]
Oh, Tommy, are you okay?
I'm fine. I just tripped in a little hole, that's all.
Gosh, it looks kinda like Spike's feet; only if he was a giant.
I saw feetprints like that in our storybook. A wolf made them, and then he ate that little red riding girl.
The wolf ate a girl?
They got her out.
I don't think it's a wolf, Chuckie. If it was, we'd hear him say... [prepares to mimic a wolf sound, but the wolf's howl is heard in the distance. He looks around nervously] Uhh...
That was pretty good.
I didn't do anything.
Do you see the wolf?!
I don't know what he looks like!
Teeth! Teeth and fur! And teeth!
No, Dil! Bad Dil! No!
I am Reptar! [roars]
Margaret? That's your name, isn't it? [turns off the radio] I'm sure you've run afoul of many a scary pedestrian. But out here, we have what you might call...hmm, how should I put it? Actual danger.
Danger?
Grizzlies that'll rip the top off your car. Bobcats, wolves, wolverines, which are something entirely different.
And dragons. Ha!
Tommy, I sawed some grownups! Stop! Stop!
I don't know how! [pushes several buttons in vain]
Well, I hope you figure it out, 'cause I didn't bring no bathing suit!
Any further, and I would've needed a fresh diapie.
Dil, no!
Aqua Reptar, engaged.
I'm telling you, I saw a dragon.
Margaret.
A big green, fire-breathing dragon. I've got to call headquarters. [rushes to the phone]
While you're at it, you might ask for a new assignment, say, a city park. 'Cause, you see, out here in the country, you have to be just a little tougher. [sees the Reptar Wagon in his telescope. The wagon floats with the current in the water. He screams like a little girl and backs away from the telescope] AAAH! AAH! THE DRAGON! I JUST SAW IT! I SAW IT!
Where?! Where?! [looks through the telescope, but the wagon is nowhere to be seen] Where? Here? Where?




