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When Annie is incharge of babysit the Polie's kids, she learns that babysit the kids might be challenging for her.(at the daycare center)
Little Einsteins: [chattering excitedly]
Quincy: Can you believe we can finally meet their kid?
Leo: Percy and Polina Polie must be so proud!
June: I wonder if they have a boy or a girl?
Annie: I wanna see the kid! I wanna see! Which one is it?!
Mr. Polie: Meet our son, Olie Polie.
Olie: Hello.
Little Einsteins: Hello, Olie.
Mr. Polie: ...and our young daughter, Zowie Polie.
Zowie: Bouncy, bouncy.
Little Einsteins: Huh?
Annie: Two kids for me to play with? [gasps] That's two, two, two times the fun! This is the greatest day ever! We need to celebrate kids, 'cause you were just here today! Woo-hoo!
Appleheart: Shhh. This is their naptime, the kids are trying to sleep.
Annie: But I was just–
Appleheart: Shhh.
Annie: But–
Appleheart: Naptime!
Annie: (sigh) Okay! [quieter] Happy happy kid day the first day to see–
Appleheart: Listen girl, this was your last warning.
(Appleheart kicks Annie out of the daycare grounds)
[thud]
Quincy: Now how in the world is one of them a flyer and the other one a sorcery?
Mr. Polie: Easy. My great-great-great-great grandfather was a sorcerer, and Polina's great aunt's second cousin twice removed was a flyer. That makes sense, right?
Rocket: Aw, yeah! Heh, just you wait! Once Olie grows up, he'll be flying all over the place.
Leo: And be careful around Zowie.
June: Young sorcery get strange magic surges that come and go.
Annie: Quick! Bite into this cake and you'll be kids forever!
Appleheart: What did I tell you!
Annie: Ooh, sorry about it.
(Little Einsteins)
Olie and Zowie: [happy gurgling]
[Annie]
Happy happy birthday to you and you today!
[very quickly] I-can't-believe-you're-six-and-three. Time-sure-flies-doesn't-it-wow. Seems-like-only yesterday-you-were-there.
But now you're here today, hey!
Olie and Zowie: [blowing party kazoos] [excited giggling]
Annie: Are you ready for your favoritest game in the whole wide world? Where's Annie...? Here I am! Where's Annie...? Here I am! Where's Annie...? Here I am!
Olie and Zowie: [laughing]
Annie: Here I am! Here I am! Here I am! [blows raspberry]
Mrs. Polie: Everything okay in there? Does Zowie need a diaper change?
Annie: Don't worry, she's fine! [sniffs] Oogh, I mean...
Mr. Polie: Oh, I got it.
(Mr. Polie changes Zowie's diaper)
[clang]
Zowie: [giggling] Daddy, daddy!
Mr. Polie: Is anyone hungry?
Annie: Oh, no thanks. I just had a big breakfast at the buffet.
Mrs. Polie: I'm on it. Here's your meals, kids.
Olie and Zowie: [munching]
[watch ticking]
Olie and Zowie: [sighs] [groans]
Annie: Oh, oh, you're making funny faces! I have one! Bleghhh!
Mr. Polie: [chuckles] No, you see, Annie, the faces our kids having is a sign that they need to be burped.
Olie and Zowie: [belches]
Annie: All set now? Everything good? Okay, who wants to play again?
Olie and Zowie: [excited giggling]
Mrs. Polie: No, Olie, no playing with matches.
Mr. Polie: Not so fast, we don't chew on things, Zowie.
Annie: Except food.
Mrs. Polie: [gasps] Food! Great frizzle sticks, I completely forgot.
Annie: No, you just fed them with their meal, remember?
Mrs. Polie: Not the kids food!
Mr. Polie: Oh! The food for the enormously big catering order we have to deliver today!
Mrs. Polie: Oh, with the new kids we brought back from all day daycare, we've been so distracted! We can't take them back now.
Mr. Polie: Oh, quick, honeybun, we need to find a babysitter to watch the kids while we take care of this.
Annie: I could do it! I wanna do it! Oh, the kids love playing with me, I'll do it!
Mrs. Polie: I wonder who would be available on such short notice.
Annie: Me! Me! Pick me!
(knocking)
Cousin Rocket: Oh, hello.
Ms. Polie: Cousin Rocket, will you be kind to babysit Olie and Zowie for us.
Cousin Rocket: Oh, I would love to babysit! But I can't today, sorry. I promised Thumper we'd go on a picnic. You understand, don't you? Y-you're not mad at me, are you? Please don't be mad at me!
Annie: I'll do it! Pick me!
Leo: I'm sorry, I have to finish this report for the Princess summarizing all my other reports to the Princess.
Annie: I wanna babysit! Pick me!
[dusting]
Quincy: Babysit? Now? When there's a swarm of dust bunnies heading this way? I gotta get all these instruments dusted before they get swarmed on!
Annie: Ooh, ooh, I wanna do it!
Rocket: Sorry, I got tickets to the Space Force airshow this afternoon. Gotta blast!
(zooms)
Annie: Ask me! Mememememememememememememe!
June: What? Babysit? N- Oh nonononononononono! I'm flattered that you would think about me though.
Mr. and Mrs. Polie: (sigh)
Mrs. Polie: Looks like we better make a phone call to cancel out the big order until tomorrow.
(Annie appears out of nowhere)
Annie: Well?
Mrs. Polie: (gasp) Please don't choose Annie.
Mr. Polie: But we have to. [groans] [unenthusiastically] Annie, how would you like to babysit for us?
Annie: [gasps] I dunno. I'll have to check my schedule. (beat) Okay, I'm free.
[doors bang]
Zowie: [giggles] Bouncy, bouncy.
Mr. Polie: Now, Annie, are you sure you really understand the responsibility of watching over our kids?
Annie: I can be responsible. Why, responsibility is my middle name.
Mrs. Polie: But this time you need to take care of them, not just play with them. You have to be responsible.
Annie: Yes, I know. I will. I am.
[ding]
Mrs. Polie: Oh, here you are, dearie. All your responsibilities are on this list.
Annie: Whoa! That's a lot of responsi– Consider it done.
Mr. Polie: [to Mrs. Polie] We'll frost it when we get there! C'mon, sugarplum, tick-tick!
Mrs. Polie: Take good care of our two precious children!
Annie: No problemo, Mr. and Mrs. Polie. Everything is under control.
(as they leave, Olie feels frighten while Zowie feels lonesome)
Olie: Mommy!
Zowie: (crying)
Annie: Uh-oh.
Olie and Zowie: [crying] Mommy, daddy.
Annie: Oh, but your parents aren't even there, don't cry, little friends! Look, look! Where's Annie...? Where's Annie?
Olie and Zowie: [crying] Mommy
Annie: Oh no... I'm right here, see?
Olie and Zowie: [crying] Daddy.
Annie: [warbling noises]
Olie and Zowie: [crying] Mommy, daddy!
Annie: Oh, think think think... Aha!
Annie: Hey guys, watch this!
[applause]
Annie: Hey, you're a wonderful crowd here tonight! Where you all from? Wow, that's great. You know, I used to have an ant farm, but I had to get rid of it because... I couldn't find tractors that small!
[rim-shot]
Annie: Get it? Tractors that small? [pause] The other day, I spilled spot remover on my dog... and now I can't find him!
[rim-shot]
Olie and Zowie: [crying] Mommy, daddy!
Annie: Gee, tough crowd. [to herself] Tell me about it. Fine, I wasn't gonna pull off a show stopper, but you're a lovely audience and I think you deserve it!
(Annie)
First you jiggle your tail! Oink oink oink!
Then you wriggle your snout! Oink oink oink!
Then you wiggle your rump! Oink oink oink!
Then shout it out! Oink oink oink!
First you jiggle your tail! Oink oink oink!
Then you wriggle your snout! Oink oink oink!
Then you wiggle your rump! Oink oink oink!
Then shout it out! Oink oink oink!
Olie and Zowie: [crying] Mommy, daddy, mommy, daddy.
[Annie]
First you jiggle your tail! Oink oink oink!
Then you wriggle your snout! Oink oink oink!
Then you wiggle your rump! Oink oink oink!
Then shout it out! Oink oink oink!
(Annie falls to the ground as flour pours onto her)
[ploof]
Olie and Zowie: [giggling]
Annie: There, see? Nothing to this babysitting business! Ugh!
Annie: Snack time. That's easy enough. Okie-dokie! Eat up! Like this! (pretends to eat)
Zowie: Nom-
Annie: No, Zowie, we eat food, not tablecloths.
Zowie: (whimpering) [crying]
[splat]
Olie and Zowie: [crying] Mommy, daddy.
Annie: Huh, huh? Uh, hey, guys, look at me!
[ploof]
Annie: (sneeze)!
Olie and Zowie: [giggling]
Annie: Yeah. I think I can see where this is going. [snorts]
[water running]
Olie and Zowie: [giggling]
Annie: Towels are not food, Zowie!
Olie and Zowie: [giggling]
Annie: Drop it... Drop it... Drop it!?
Olie and Zowie: [muffled giggling] [giggling] Huh? [crying] Mommy, daddy.
Annie: Ooh, look, guys! Bubbles! [blows]
[bubble pops]
Olie and Zowie: [crying] Mommy, daddy.
Annie: Uh, uh, uh, uh, don't cry! Your parents will be back soon. Look, look, uh, floating things! Ooh!
Olie and Zowie: [crying]
[water spraying]
[crunch]
Annie: Uh, don't make me do it, guys! You know what happens when you mix flour and water, don't you?
Olie and Zowie: [crying]
[ploof]
[splatting sounds]
Olie and Zowie: [giggling]
Annie: [sniffs] [gasps] [holding nose] Smells like someone needs me to changy-wangy their diaper-wiper right now-a-wow! Zowie [normal] Easy... easy...
Zowie: [giggling]
Annie: [sighs]
Zowie: [giggles]
Annie: [growls]
[fight sounds; Zowie giggling throughout]
Annie: Wait- no- stay there- just- for a second- stand still, I've almost-
Zowie: [giggling]
Annie: (wearing a diaper on her head and on herself) Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.
[bell rings]
Annie: Oh! Thank goodness they're home!
Leo: Hi! I finished up the work I had to do, so I thought I'd stop by and see if you needed any help. Whoa!
Annie: Thank you, thank you, thank you for coming brother! I can't begin to tell you what my day has been like! I mean, these kids just won't listen to reason, and don't even get me started on their taste in stand-up comedy.
[rim-shot]
Leo: It's okay, sis. I figured you would need some help. That's why I stopped by.
Annie: Ex-cuse me?
Leo: Babies and kids take a lot of work, and some people are just not cut out to handle the responsibility.
Annie: Is that so? Well, thanks for stopping by, Leo. Sorry, I don't have time to visit. I'm very very busy with my responsibilities here.
Leo: I'm happy to help! It's no trouble–
[door slams]
Annie: Well, of all the– He thinks I can't handle things on my own! Maybe because I haven't handled things on my own. Well, I can handle things on my own!
Olie: [laughing] Whee!
[toy squeaking]
Zowie: [giggling and numing]
Annie: Zowie. [growls] This is a bed. It is only to be used for napping, sleeping, and on occasion with permission, as a pretend old-timey Western fort. It is not a trampoline, so stop your jumping right now, mister!
Zowie: [giggling]
Annie: And you, young lady. We do not put anything in our mouth that we cannot safely and properly digest, so stop slobbering on that toy this instant!
[toy squeaks]
Annie: Now, we've all had a very exhausting afternoon, and it's time for all good little kids to take their nap. So, fall asleep!
Olie and Zowie: Okay [snoring]
Annie: [sighs] [kisses twice] Sleep tight, little robots.
[toy squeaks]
Annie: Now that's what I call handling things. [gasps]
(she checks on them, but they're not there on their beds)
Annie: Oh, nononono. Not good, not good, not good! Olie? Zowie? Where are you? Come out, come out, wherever you are!
[toy squeaks]
Zowie: [squeaks toy]
Annie: Whoa! You be a good little girl now, Zowie-Wowie, and stay in your bed for your pal Annie-Wannie!
Zowie: [squeaks toy repeatedly]
Annie: Olie? [clicks] Here, Olie!
[wind blowing]
Olie: [echoed giggles]
Annie: Uh, Olie? Uh...
Zowie: [squeaks toy]
Olie: [echoed giggles]
Zowie: [squeaks toy; sound gets lower and more sinister]
[Psycho chords play]
(Annie sees Olie flying upside down)
Olie: [giggles]
Annie: [squeals] You can fly?!
Olie: [giggles] I can.
Annie: Oh... get down here... this instant... young... man! [gasps for breath] I'm responsible for you!
[suction cup noises]
Zowie: [giggles] floatie, floatie.
Annie: No no no, Zowie.
Zowie: Floatie.
Annie: No no.
Pumpkin Cake: Nom.
Annie: No. Hmph! I am the responsible one, and I said no.
Olie: Wheeee!
Annie: That goes for you too, Olie!
[thud]
Annie: Gotcha! I think? [yelping]
[thudding on stairs]
[splats]
Annie: Mm, razberry. I'm- not- letting- go! I'm- re-spon-si-ble!
[thudding on stairs]
[elastic stretching]
Olie and Zowie: [giggling]
Annie: Oh, not you too! (she traps them in a playpen) There! Now who's the responsible one?
Zowie: (using magic to escape the playpen) [jubilant giggling] wowzie, wowzie.
Olie: (giggles) Whee!
Zowie: (unlocking the toy chest to get her toys back) (giggles) Nom, nom, nom.
Annie: Ooh, I can't take this responsibility any....MMMMOOOOOORRRRREEEEE! [sobbing] Brother, brother.
(Olie and Zowie stop to see Annie's drama)
Olie: What have we done, Zowie, we didn't mean to make her cry like that. All we wanted was a play and wanted to be loved by our parents, but turns out, Annie was right, our parents are out and she's here, we supposed to love someone else other than our parents. We better make up for her.
Zowie: Flour, flour.
(the Polie kids grab the flour)
Olie: Uh, Annie.
Annie: (sniffs) Huh?
[ploof]
(the Polie kids cover themselves up in flour)
Annie: [giggles] Y'know, you two are right. That is funny.
(the Polie kids are asleep in their beds)
Olie: [snoring]
Zowie: [sleepy mumbling] Dreamy, dreamy.
Annie: Dear Princess Sunlight,
I've always had fun playing with little kids, and I thought babysitting meant just more playtime, right? Wrong! Being a caregiver is way more responsibility than just being a playmate. And today, I learned that sometimes our desire for responsibility can outrun our actual ability to handle it.
[bell rings]
Mr. Polie: Annie! We're back!
Mrs. Polie: How did everything go? [gasps]
Mr. Polie: Are we in the right place?
Annie: Shhh! They're asleep.
Olie: [snoring]
Zowie: [sleepy mumbling]
Mrs. Polie: Annie. This is just... just...
Mr. Polie: Amazing is what it is. We had no idea how responsible you really are. Would you be interested in becoming our go-to babysitter on a permanent basis?
Annie: [gasps] Hm- lemme check my schedule! I should be available a week from... never!
Olie and Zowie: [sighs]
Olie: Come play with us...
Zowie: Annie, Annie...
Annie: [happily gasps] I have some free time next Tuesday.
