Rugrats Go Wild

Wake up.

Captioning sponsored by PARAMOUNT PICTURES

( birds singing; animals chittering )

( rhythmic percussion playing; native chanting )

Come along, faithful viewers,

on our journey through the drainforest

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.

Croca-gator!

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?

Quitsand! I should have knowed!

Guys, hang on to me!

What are you diaperbags screaming about?

We're about to get eated

by that ferocious Siferean 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.

NIGEL ( on TV ): 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-mail, 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.

* Holiday

LIPSCHITZ ( over PA ): Welcome!

Bienvenue! Willkommen!

Welcome aboard

the world renowned Dr. Lipschitz's Cruise!

* Celebrate

* Holiday... 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.

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?

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.