Rugrats Go Wild

Wake up.

Come along, faithful viewers,

on our journey

through the drain forest

as we search

for that very unusable creature,

the three-toed sloth.

Ah, there he is!

Teething with life.

Let's get a closer look,

shall we?

Oh, no, you don't!

Cut! Cut!

Don't worry, Chuckie.

I'm Nigel Strawberry,

wild aminal expert.

And 'cause

I'm an eggsbert, I say,

everybody into the truck!

Go, go, go.

Jump Tommy, jump!

Say something, Nigel.

I can hear the tiger's

running feets,

see his sharp teeths,

and oh, oh...

I feel a cool breeze.

Crocogator!

Not to worry, guys!

Oh, no! It's coming back!

But that was my onliest

cute toy!

Then feed him Phil.

I heard that.

That way! Through the swamp!

Nigel, why are we sinking?

Quisand! I should

have knowed!

Guys, hang on to me!

What are you diaperheads

screaming about?

We're about to get eaten

by that ferocious

Sebarian tiger.

Were you pretending

to be Nigel Strawberry

again, Tommy?

Yeah. He's my hero,

and when I grow up,

I want to be just like him.

Pickles,

you're no Nigel Strawberry.

You're not even a Nigel...

...Raspberry!

You're never gonna have

real adventures.

You're just a backyard baby

with a diaper full of dreams.

Wow. She's mean.

Now, who wants to go look

for cookies under stuff?

I do!

Okay, come on.

Follow me.

The panthera onca,

commonly known as the jaguar,

seems determined

to feast on my nether regions.

But not to worry.

Well, faithful viewers,

our journey was

a smashing success.

Until next time,

this is Sir Nigel Thornberry

of Sir Nigel Thornberry's

Animal World.

Back! Back! Back!

Why, hello, Scout.

Boy, rest your eyes

for a second,

at old Thornberry's

gator bait.

Hey.

Boy, that Sir Nigel gets

in some real scrapes

out there in the wild,

but he always manages

to wiggle out of trouble

somehow.

Oh, and, Jonathan, don't think

that just because I'm on

a Luxury Lipschitz Cruise

in the South China Seas,

I won't be checking messages,

E-mailing, and carrier

pigeons on the hour.

Honey, I thought we were

going to leave work behind

for seven

fun-filled days.

Silly, it's

not all work.

I've signed up for

every spa treatment

culminating in

the Salem Retreat,

where you're pressed

between layers of hot rocks

and ripe cranberries.

Sounds bewitching.

But aren't we all

going to be busy

with our children?

Deed, that's

what the Kidsatorium is for.

Each morning

we drop off the pups

and head for

the All-Day Breakfast Buffet.

I hear they make a mean egg yolk omelet...

Ooh!

...dipped with five kinds

of sausage.

Whoa!

We signed up the kids

for "Pirate Play

and Pillage" class.

It teaches tolerance

for the peg-legged.

Well, I'm going to use

the whole seven kid-free days

to reshape my physique.

Could happen.

The Earth was created in six.

Everyone all set?

I think we all should thank

my husband Stu

for arranging this

wonderful getaway.

No. You can thank me

by having the time

of your lives.

Welcome!

Bienvenue! Willkommen!

Welcome aboard

the world-renowned

Dr. Lipschitz Cruise!

Stu must have taken Spike

for one last potty run.

I-I'm sure he'll be right back.

He better.

He's got all our tickets.

That sure is a nice cambera,

Susie.

Thanks, Tommy.

My mommy got it for me

so she can see everything

she's missing.

How come

she and your daddy can't come

on the cruise with us?

Well, my mommy's getting

a special award

'cause she 'scovered

a new disease,

and my daddy's cutting

the ribbon

at the Dummi Bear Theme Park

opening.

But I wanted to come

with you guys.

And we're

so glad you did,

Susie Carmichael.

Now, here!

Hold the spotlight

on Lounge Singer Cynthia.

Dresses and shoes

are the only things

That I'll share...

That's my rules.

Oh! I wonder if it's too late

to call my mommy.

Hey, The ship's sailing

without us!

Wait!

Isn't that our ship?

Wait!

Whoa!

Ahoy, mates!

Captain Stu at your service!

Climb aboard for seven

fun-filled days

on the S.S. Nancy.

No fancy packaged tour.

Just the thrill

of the open sea,

the smell of the salt air,

and the joy

of close friends

and family.

Drew, hold the shoes.

I'm Queen of the World!

Oh, isn't this a great vacation,

guys?

As long as

the "Queen" doesn't sing...

I'm happy.

And the bestest part is,

we're all togethers.

Ah! This is

just like my bathie.

Only there's no

rubber ducky, and...

I'm not nakie.

There's a ducky.

Well, okay.

Time to get nakie.

Oh.

Nakie!

I can't believe

you did this without

consulting us, Stu.

Look at poor Kira.

This was supposed

to be our honeymoon.

Sorry, Chas.

And here I was hoping

you'd be my first mate.

Me? Really?

Snap out of it, Gilligan.

At the next port,

we're getting off

this rinky-dink tub,

and getting

on the Lipschitz Cruise.

Don't you see?

If we were

on a cruise right now,

we wouldn't be together.

We'd be split up

between the pools, the spas,

and the mile-long buffets.

We're missing

Canadian Bacon Tuesday!

Oh, can't this bait

trap go any faster?

Hello?

Hello?

Is anybody there?

Welcome passengers

to what I like to call

"The Voyage of Your Lifetime!"

Everybody, I'm getting a signal.

It's from the Lipschitz Cruise.

Oh, quick, let

me talk to them.

Mom, are you there?

We're having a little trouble

with the wild child.

Sounds like

a disgruntled passenger.

Oh! Hello, Lipschitz.

Charlotte Pickles here.

Could you send a rescue boat

right away?

We're the squalid little boat

in the middle of the ocean.

Mom?

My muscles are atrophying

as we speak.

Well, we paid

for spa treatments,

and I'm not missing one!

Hey, we're getting a signal

here.

Oh, Dr. Lipschitz,

can you help us?

My wife really needs

to see the ship's doctor.

Huh? Hang on a sec, Mom.

I'm picking up some

lame-o soap opera.

What is it this time, Debbie?

Okay.

I made everyone dinner,

so I shouldn't have

to clean up, too,

right?

Mom, all she did was hand us

a jar of peanut butter.

Uh, can we talk about this

when your father and I get home?

Yeah. Any E.T.A. on that?

'Cause you've been gone

since, like, yesterday.

We're still looking

for the leopard at...

Oh, Nigel!

Over there!

What's that?

That's... I see spots!

Oh!

Watch out for that

limb, dearest.

Here, neofelis nebulosa,

come to Papa.

Hello? I was talking here!

Oh, I'm sorry, Debbie.

Now you're on your own

for dinner tonight.

You know, normal

families

eat dinner together

once in a while.

Marianne, perhaps

I can lure out the leopard

by imitating its mating call.

Okay, so we're not normal.

But as a teen,

I reserve the right

to alternately reject

and embrace my parental units.

Consider us embraced.

Now, keep an eye on Donnie.

It's going to rain,

and you know how he likes mud.

Over and out.

She totally hung up on me.

And I was having

a sensitive moment.

Debbie, you are

so self-centered.

I am not!

Okay, what's the monkey saying

about me?

Mmm.

Oh, that's great.

Oh, it's fine!

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