- Stu Pickles: [Puts Tommy down after mail arrives] Look out, Champ. I gotta talk to the mailman.
- [Opes door]
- Stu Pickles: Well, where is she?
- Mailman: Who?
- Stu Pickles: Tina Trousers!
- Mailman: What do I look like, a department of missing persons?
- Stu Pickles: No, no, Tina Trousers is a doll.
- Mailman: Hey mister, I don't care what she looks like.
- Stu Pickles: No I mean a toy doll. She was supposed to come in the mail today.
- Mailman: Oh yeah, you got a package but it was too big to carry so you have to go pick it up at the post store.
- Stu Pickles: What? I haven't got time to go wait at the post office!
- Stu Pickles: Hey Didi, the new Eggbert catalog's here!
- [Walks in the kitchen]
- Didi Pickles: That's nice, dear!
- Stu Pickles: Wonder what's new. Oh no! I can't believe it, Didi. This is the worst thing that could possibly happen.
- Didi Pickles: What's wrong, Stu?
- Stu Pickles: It's these Eggbert people, Didi. They put me in a punch.
- Didi Pickles: What do you mean?
- Stu Pickles: [Shows a Tina Trousers doll advertisement page] Look! It talks, it walks, and it wets. Worst of all, it even gets diaper rash.
- Didi Pickles: So?
- Stu Pickles: My Patty Pants doll is at least 6 months away from realistic diaper rash. And this one's available for an immediate delivery. I'm ruined!
- Didi Pickles: Oh Stu, you're just overreacting.
- Postal Worker: Next!
- Stu Pickles: Right here!
- Postal Worker: You don't have to yell, sir.
- Stu Pickles: You got a special delivery for Stu Pickles. It's a package from the Eggbert toy company.
- Postal Worker: And?
- Stu Pickles: And I'd like to pick it up to have it for Christmas.
- Postal Worker: No need to be rude, sir.
- Stu Pickles: [Tommy places his fingers in Stu's nostrils, making Stu wake up choking as being unable to breath in his sleep] Tommy!
- [Puts Tommy and Chuckie back in the crib]
- [Tommy and Chuckie shudder in the crib and pretend to be asleep as Stu and Didi enter the bedroom]
- Stu Pickles: They look so cute and innocent when they're sleeping.
- Didi Pickles: Don't they just?
- Stu Pickles: [removes Chuckie's glasses] You know, this might sound crazy, but... I dreamt that Tommy and Chuckie kept coming into our bedroom and trying to... open my chest with a plastic screwdriver.
- Didi Pickles: Come on!
- Stu Pickles: Yeah! Like I was some kind of robot or something.
- Didi Pickles: Oh, my goodness, how silly!
- [Tommy opens his eyes]
- Didi Pickles: Tommy loves you. He wouldn't do that.
- Stu Pickles: Yeah, you're right. It was just probably some crazy dream.
- [Tommy smiles]
- Stu Pickles: You know, Deed, we're lucky to have such a great kid.
- [they leave the bedroom]
- Didi Pickles: Like father, like son.
- Stu Pickles: Oh, Deed.
- [closes the door; Tommy turns to Chuckie]
- Tommy Pickles: I guess you were right, Chuckie. My dad isn't a robot after all.
- Chuckie Finster: Yeah.
- [closes his eyes, opens them again and sits up straight]
- Chuckie Finster: But what about *my* dad?
- [they stare out the window into the dark, stormy night]