[Cut to under a tree, where Tommy & Dil has taken refuge]
We'll just have a little bottle and take a nice nappy, and everything will be OK.
[aggressively steals the baby bottle]
Mine! Mine! [selfishly drinks the whole milk]
But, I'm hungry, too. [tries to grab the bottle from Dil] Stop it! Dil, that's enough! Stop it! Unh! [Dil laughs and finishes off the bottle] You didn't leave any for me!
[burp]
All gone. [giggles]
[Tommy tosses the bottle to the ground, then gets a blanket from the bag; covering both of themselves with it. Tommy and Dil try to sleep. Dil tries to have the blanket all to himself]
Oh. [Dil's leg peeks out of the blanket] Dil. [Dil's arm now peeks out] Dil!
[angrily grabs the blanket from Tommy and aggressively covers himself with it]
My blankie! My blankie!
Dil!
My blankie! My blankie!
I need some blankie, too. [seriously pulls the blanket on opposite ends, carrying Dil]
[doing the "tug of war"]
Mine! Mine! Mine!
Mine!
Mine! [the blanket tears and Tommy accidentally falls into a mud puddle, covering himself in mud; giggles] Yucky lookie.
[getting out of the mud puddle, angrily with losing patience confronts Dil]
You think it's funny?! [furiously grabs Dil by the onesie] Phil and Lil was right! You're a bad, naughty baby, and you're never gonna get any better! I'm through being your big brother! I don't want my sponsativity no more! [angrily tosses his watch against a tree, the clock opens the picture]
[Meanwhile, a group of monkeys look on nearby]
Monkey! My monkey! Mine!
[turns red in anger with temper tantrum and losing patience]
You want monkeys?! Oh, Okay! I'll give you monkeys! You'll have a monkey mommy and a monkey daddy and a monkey brother! I shoulda let my friends take you back to the hopsicle, but, no, I said, "He didn't mean it", I said! [furiously kicks a frog] "He was only playing"! [angrily kicks an empty baby bottle] Well I was wrong! Now I don't even have friends! [tosses out a diaper, a container of baby powder, baby wipes and Cynthia, which the monkeys all grab] Dil wants monkeys, and monkeys want the nanners. So everybody gets what they want! [angrily brings the baby food to Dil and prepares to use it to cover Dil]
My nanna! My nanna! [then looks at Tommy, while lightning strikes above. He's very frightened] T-T-T-
[Tommy has calmed down and is back in a right frame of mind. He set the baby food down and hugs Dil, as the monkeys look on from a tree] [regrets himself]
I'm sorry, Dil.
[tearfully and cold]
Toto.
It's okay, Dil. [carrying Dil back to the shelter] Everything is gonna be okay.
[Camera zooms in to Tommy's watch, which is still on the ground]
