I drew on a piece of paper with a red crayon as Chuckie, Phil, Lil, and Angelica watched. I had drawn a picture of my plan to get food from Spike's bowl, as there were drawings of me outside the playpen, Phil and Lil in the playpen, Spike, and an arrow pointing to Spike's bowl. I put a party hat on the paper. Spike looked around, then walks up to a carrot cake with one candle sitting on the table. As he panted, Betty saw him from the kitchen. "That is one hefty hunk of health food." she said. Didi paced nervously past Betty. "Puppets, puppets, puppets! Where are those puppets?" she asked while I jumped out of the playpen and walked into the kitchen. "Stay cool, Deed." replied Betty with advice. "Betty, my future as a mother depends on this party, and the party depends on the puppet show, and the puppeteers were supposed to be here, what?" asked Didi. "Thirteen, no, fourteen minutes ago!" The doorbell rang, and Betty walked up to Didi. "Maybe that's them now." Didi walked up to the front door. "Oh!" she said as she opened the front door. Jewish music played as Boris and Minka were revealed to be on the other side. Minka walked in, pulled on Didi's cheek, and kissed her on the other cheek. Boris followed behind her. "Oh! Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad!" she greeted them. "And where is Tommy?" asked Minka. I hummed as I crawled up to Spike's bowl. Before I could get the food from it, Minka picked me up and pulled me away. "There he is!" she said. Minka and Boris kissed me. Minka then spoke yiddish at me as she pulled on my cheek. Stu walked in, carrying his wrapped hoverama. "Hi, Boris. Hi, Minka." he greeted. "Great, everyone's here! Let's open the hov... er... let's open the presents." I looked sadly down at Spike's bowl as Minka carried me into the living room. All the adults were talking indistinctly. Minka put me down, and Didi picked up Drew's present. "Let's see. This one's from Drew." said Didi. "Come on, come on, come on!" called Stu. "Can you move it over there?" "Be careful!" advised Howard. Didi saw Drew's present down in front of me. She opened it, revealing a toy fire engine inside. "Gee, Drew, do you really think this'll stimulate a small kid's imagination?" asked Stu. "I mean, what does it do? Heh! Where are the batteries?" I backed up as Phil and Lil ran up to the toy fire engine. Lil grabbed the front end and Phil grabbed the back. They played tug-of-war with it, until Angelica walked up to it and took it from them. They gasped as she carried it away. "Ahem. Hey, Tommy, here's a present from your old dad!" said Stu. "Watch this, Drew!" He got out of his chair and opened his present, revealing the Hoverama inside. A fanfare played, then died down as all the adults stared in confusion. "What is that thing?" asked Boris. "This is the hoverama." announced Stu. "Stu, are you off your nut?" asked Grandpa in suprise. "Tommy's not old enough for that gizmo! Heh, heck, I'm not even old enough for it!" "Anyone can work this thing, Pop! Here, let me show you!" said Stu. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a remote control. He pulled the lever back and forth, but the hoverama did nothing. He shook the remote, and all of us and the adults stared at him. Stu opened the back door of the remote, revealing there were no batteries in it. "Oh. Heh, I guess I forgot the batteries! Heh. Now, where did I put those little..." As Stu searched for the batteries, Boris looked at Minka and muttered in yiddish. Boris and Minka then got off the couch and walked away as Stu was now sitting in his chair again, holding a party hat. "Aw, Stu." said Didi. "I'm sure once you get it running, the hovawhatsis will be Tommy's favorite toy." Didi rubbed my head as Stu covers his head with his hands. Chuckie then takes the remote sitting on the armrest of the chair. "Uh, say, why-why don't we open Howard's present?" Didi picked up Howard's present and opened it. "Oooh!" gasped Tommy. Howard walked up to his present, which was a boxed Baby Monitor, that said, BABY TALK and 2 WAY CELLULAR on the box. "I-it's a two-way cellular baby talkie." Howard picked up the box. "You put this one in the baby's bedroom, and you take this one with you, so you can hear if the baby cries or something!" Stu walked up to Howard. Drew and Lou were also standing near him. "I've heard about those things?" he asked Howard "Only this one employs the latest technology! You can even talk back to the baby hands-free!" "Wow!" said Drew. "Can I see it?"

[Drew picks up one of the baby monitors.]

Drew: "Squadron leader, this is Concrete Cowboy, do you copy, over?"

[Lou picks up the other baby monitor.]

Lou: "Uh, that's a big ten-four, cowboy! I copy you loud and clear! Say, this is kind of nifty!"

[Stu is now holding the instructions.]

Stu: "Listen, let's take em' out back, and see what these things can really do!"

[Stu, Drew, Lou, and Howard all walk away.]

Howard: "And here's a nice feature; these units are voice-activated, have a built-in loudness control, and come with four random featured channels."

[Didi and Betty look at each other. Angelica and Chuckie are playing tug-of-war with the toy fire engine, and Phil and Lil are playing with a ribbon.]

Lil: "Whee!" Angelica: "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Didi: "Where's Tommy?"

[Tommy crawls towards the kitchen, and sees Spike's food in Spike's bowl. A light shines on Spike's food, and the camera zooms out. Before Tommy can crawl into the kitchen, Didi grabs him and pulls him away.]

Tommy: "Whoa!"

[Didi carries Tommy back into the living room.]

Didi: "Oh, you still have all these wonderful presents to open!"

[Didi sets Tommy down in front of his presents. Tommy looks back at Spike's bowl, which a light shines on again. Tommy, not wanting to open his presents, but still wants to eat Spike's food instead, tears up, then cries. Chuckie, Phil, Lil, and Angelica all stare at him. Didi then picks him up.]

Didi: "Yes, sweetie, yes."

[Didi pats Tommy on his back, then turns to face Betty.]

Didi: "This party's a disaster!"

[As Didi and Betty talk to each other, Didi paces back and forth to try to get Tommy to stop crying.]

Betty: "Aw, I wouldn't say that, Deed. I've never seen those men so happy!" Didi: "But I never live up to being the kind of mother I want to be! You know, like those moms on TV!" "Come on, Didi, TV's TV." chucked Betty. "We're real!" The doorbell rang and Didi gasped.

Didi: "The puppeteers!"

[Tommy stops crying and gasps. Didi sets him down, and runs up to the front door. She opens it, and a caterer is on the other side.]

Caterer: "This the Pickles residence?" Didi: "Are you the puppeteers?" Caterer: "Do I look like one, lady? Put it in the living room, Leo!"

[As Didi talks to the Caterer, two caterers carry the stage into the house.]

Didi: "Well, if you're not the puppeteers, where are they?" Caterer: "Invoice says, STAGE and PUPPETS. I don't see nothing about puppeteers!" Didi: "But what good is a stage and puppets without puppeteers?"

[Stu walks up to Didi, holding one of the baby monitors.]

Caterer: "Sign here, Mac!"

[The caterer hands Didi his clipboard and pencil. The paper on the clipboard says, #62315 INVOICE For Delivery. To Didi Pickles, 1258, N. Highland. For Puppets, Puppet Theatre. Didi signs the paper, and the caterers walk back to their truck.]

Caterer: "Have a nice day!"

[Didi closes the door.]

Lou (heard over the baby monitor): "Now, that's a big ten-four there, saddle-trap!"

[Didi takes the baby monitor from Stu.]

Didi: "All men report to base immediately!" Stu: "Gee, Deed, that's not the right lingo at all." Didi: "Stu, we're in big trouble!" Stu: "What, we're out of batteries?"

[Lou, Drew, Betty, and Howard all walk up to Stu and Didi.]

Didi: "No! Apparently we booked the stage and the puppets, but not the puppeteers!" Lou: "Good, let's just get right down to eatin' cake!" Drew and Betty looked at each other. "Say, I got an idea!" suggested Stu. "Why don't Drew and I do the show?"

[Drew turns to face Stu and waves his hands in disapproval.]

Drew: "Oh, no! Not this investment banker!"

[Lou walks up to Drew.]

Lou: "Remember what happened the last time you boys put on a show?" asked Grandpa. "Aw, heck, Pop. My arm healed, and Drew sees almost perfectly out of that eye!" answered Stu. "Besides, we were eight or nine years old then. Come on, Bro, we can do Fairy Tale Finales!"

[Stu walks up to Drew and nudges him with his elbow.]

Drew: "Well..." Stu: "Great! Everyone to the living room!"

[Stu pointed at the living room, and he and the rest of the adults walked into it. Betty, Howard, and Didi, who is holding Tommy, all sit on the couch. Phil and Lil sit on the floor, and Angelica scooched next to them. She bumped into Lil, who bumped into Phil.]