Rugrats Go Wild Page #6

adorable children?

Huh?

We're shipwrecked.

We went all over the island

looking for you.

I saved them,

but then Carmichael

tried to drive this

tub-boat and now...

We just want to go home.

Well, of course

you do, young lady.

And so we shall.

Hmm. Bit of a pickle.

No fuel left.

The radar appears

to be knocked out,

which means I have

no idea where we are

and we're almost

out of oxygen.

I'm bored.

Yes, and there's that, too.

Angeli-tiki, come in!

What's going on down there?!

Deborah?

Is that you?

Dad! You're back to normal!

Well, Dad-normal anyway.

Oh, Nigel,

thank goodness you're all right.

Can you bring her

to the surface?

Impossible at the moment,

dearest.

You'll have to engage

the automatic-retrieval system

in the Comvee.

And I don't want

to alarm anyone,

but we're a tad low

on oxygen down here.

Copy that.

We'll get you as soon as we can.

Over and out.

Okay, we have to raise

the Comvee.

No go.

The pump's destroyed

and there's a huge

rip in the pontoon.

What, it's ripped?

Hang on.

The professor's getting

an idea.

How about a little song

to lift our spirits?

Old MacDonald had a farm

E-l-E-l-O

And on his farm

he had a ring-tailed lemur

E-l-E-l-O

With a guttural roar here

And a throaty rumble

there...

Okay, here's the plan.

We'll transfer force from

the bi-pedal energy generator.

to the dual reduction chamber.

The resulting compressed

atmospheric matrix

will transverse the tubular

transport mechanisms,

which you gentlemen will connect

to the deflated pontoon.

This will increase

the displacement coefficient

of the Comvee and it will rise

aided by a fulcrum-driven

counter balance

weighted with coconuts.

Let's do it!

It's perfect, but...

how are we going to inflate

a pontoon with a hole in it?

Oh, no.

What do we do now?

What's going on?

We can't raise

the Comvee.

We need something

to patch it.

Eliza!

There's a rafty thingy

out there.

Can we use that?

It's perfect!

She found your boat, Spike.

They can use it to

patch the Comvee.

I'll get it!

Spike, no!

The waves are too big!

Hey, this is Spike

you're talking to.

I've paddled my way to more

tennis balls than I can count!

If I could count.

But I'm afraid

you won't make it!

Sure I will!

And if I don't,

well, no one's going to say

that ol' Down Spike

didn't try his best.

You only go around once

in this crazy, mixed-up life.

Well, not cats.

They get nine lives

while dogs have to cram

seven years into one.

Now that bites!

That a boy, Spike.

Good boy, Spike.

Look! It's Spike!

Ooh, nice save, dog.

Good boy, Spike.

But what are we going

to use for glue?

I'll take care of it.

That gum won't stay

sticky for long.

-Places!

-Let's go.

Debbie?

Don't worry, Mom.

I'm on it.

Got it!

Pedal!

It's working!

And on his farm

He had a oceanospirillum

multiglouliferum

E-l-E-l-O.

Can we go home now,

Mr. Strawberry?

We've got 'em!

Now let's reel 'em in.

Nigel,

is everybody okay down there?

Excellent, dearest.

Well, one little girl is

rather pouty

and somebody needs a diaper

change-- I won't say whom.

Smashing!

Why, it's the architeuthis,

commonly known

as the giant squid.

Isn't she magnificent?

If only I had a camera...

Here,

Mr. Strawberry...

60 feet long

and two tons of boneless flesh.

Oh, your picture

didn't come out.

Well, that's probably

as it should be.

You see, children,

the giant squid

has never been seen alive

before.

I suppose this marvel of nature

will be our little secret.

What do you say?

Couldn't have said it

better myself.

Here I am!

-Mommy!

-Daddy!

Dil!

Susie!

Where's Tommy?

And who does this little chap

belong to?

He's ours.

Come here, champ.

Honey,

I'd like you

to meet Stu Pickles.

He made the coconut radio

that saved your lives.

Terribly grateful,

Mr. Pickles.

I have a feeling

I wouldn't be here

without this

little chap, either.

Pickles!

You might grow up

to be just like

Nigel Strawberry after all.

Thanks, Angelica.

But I think I'll grow up

to be just like my daddy.

Well, bro, I got

to hand it to you...

I'm so proud of you, Stu.

Oh, Nigel,

I was so worried.

I confess, I was, too.

I hated the thought

of our last family meal

being shortchanged because

we had to go find a leopard.

Your father's right.

We lost sight

of what's important--

spending time together.

Okay, everyone.

Let's pack up.

We're going on vacation!

How about...

The Lipschitz Cruise!

We're leaving to go on vacation.

Oh, yeah, right on.

Ya-hoo!

Well, Eliza,

as a dog as my witness,

I'll never lose my babies again!

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