One day in the Pickles' residents, Tommy pulled the bathroom roll down with his hand and giggled. He then pulled it again, and toilet paper was the culprit of covering the entire bathroom floor. Now in toilet paper. he jumped and continued giggling until Didi ran in. "Tommy Oh no, Snookums" she warned him."That's for cleaning up messes, not making them." Didi was now holding Tommy in her arm as she tossed the toilet paper in her hand onto the floor. She walked out of the bathroom, carrying Tommy. In the living room, Phil and Lil were fighting over a toy robot as Didi carried Tommy by his armpits with both hands. "Now, you play out here with Phil and Lil, and before you know it, it'll be time for a nice nap!" said Didi. She set Tommy down in the playpen. "Now share, you two." The doorbell then rang. "That must be Charles and Chuckie!" wandered Didi as she walked towards the front door. Tommy pulled on the toy robot's head. He, Phil, and Lil all fell over as the toy robot rolled away. Didi, who was now at the front door, opened it. On the other side of the door, Chas was carrying me in his right hand and a clown potty chair in his left. He walked inside. "It can't be done, Didi" said Chas. "It just can't be done!" Didi pushed the door closed. "Oh now, Charles, don't get discouraged." she said "Everybody gets potty trained sooner or later!" Chas walked towards the playpen and sat me and the potty chair down in it. "Not Chuckie, not my son!" he said. "He's gonna be taking diapers to work with him in his briefcase!" "Now, listen, Charles." warned Didi. "I've been reading all about potty-training in Lipschitz, and it's really quite simple!" As Didi continued talking to Chas, I walked sadly past Tommy, Phil, and Lil. "So you just go off and have a good weekend. We'll take care of Chuckie and we'll make sure he uses his P-O-T-T-Y." "His what? Oh. Oh, yeah. Well." muttered Chas. "Okay. But if there's any trouble, call the hotel!" "We're not gonna have any trouble, we'll be fine!" said Didi. "All right. Bye-bye, Chuckie. Be a good boy for Didi and Stu, okay? Use your potty, and don't eat any earthworms!" he said to me. "Bye, Charles." Then, Didi pushed Chas towards the front door. " Or breathe any noxious fumes!" Didi opened the front door. "Bye, Charles!" "Or drink any radioactive waste!" he said to her. "Bye, Charles!" she replied, as she pushed Chas out the front door. "Or..." Before Chas could finish, Didi closed the front door. "My goodness, what a worrywart." she said to herself. Back at the playpen, Tommy, Phil, and Lil looked down at my potty chair. Tommy crawled towards it, and they all looked inside. "What is it?" asked Phil "I don't know." Lil answered. Tommy grabbed the handles of the lid with and pulled the lid off. He then put the lid on his head. "Maybe it's a hat." Tommy guessed. "Nah, then what's the rest for?" asked Phil. "Maybe it's a big mush bowl." Tommy answered Phil and then he climbed into my potty chair and ducked. He poked my head out when he heard me. "It's a potty!" I corrected them. "You guys won't believe what they're trying to make me do!" Tommy was now out of my potty chair as he, Phil, and Lil looked at me. "What, Chuckie?" asked Tommy. "Yeah, what?" As I talked, Tommy walked towards me and Phil and Lil crawled towards me. "They're trying to make me... uh... they're trying to make me... Oh, I can't say it!" "Tell us, Chuckie!" suggested Tommy. "Uh, they're trying to make me use that!" I replied.
