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Never trust a nanny.

JANE: Ow!

Whoa!

This is amazing.

Yay!

Insidious!

JANE: I love it!

BARNABY A: What is she doing to Jane’s head?

BARNABY B: Now it’s pointy.

BARNABY A: AND SHE LOOKS YOUNGER.

BARNABY B: DEVIL WOMAN.

We have to get rid of her.

BARNABYS: Rid of her?

Fast.

BARNABYS: Ooh.

Nanny is working for our parents, and now she’s brainwashed Jane.

She has to go.

But how?

Perhaps another brochure.

How about this, Tim?

It’ll work.

TIM: What the Willoughby is that?

BARNABY: It’s a nannapult, Tim.

Nannapult?

Nanny goes here, in the nanny-cup.

BOTH: Lever.

Nanny gone.

Problem solved.

Whoa!

This is.

a terrible idea.

First off, too many levers.

Do you honestly think she’s just gonna walk right in here and plop herself down in your nanny-cup?

JANE: This is the library.

The twins mostly do stuff here.

Wow.

Did you little mushroom heads make this?

A bouncy chair?

Whoa, it looks like a nanny-cup.

Bouncy.

You guys are like little baby Albert Einsteins but with weirder hair.

What are your names?

Lever.

That’s Barnaby.

And that’s Barnaby.

Both of you?

Okay.

Pull it.

What if I call you Barnaby A?

Do it!

And you’re Barnaby B?

Lever!

I can tell them apart now.

I like B.

I like A.

I love all the levers!

Or is it leaver?

No, no, no.

Lever.

No, leaver.

Can I pull it?

Whoa!

Fun.

Ooh, what’s this one do?

Nothing, huh?

Who’s hungry?

ALL: Yay!

Stupid nannapult.

Not great.

Oh, look at them over there, chewing food in their mouths, eating it up.

Ugh!

NANNY: Skinny Bones?

What’s his deal?

Jealous.

Definitely jealous.

Yeah.

It’s a classic power struggle.

NANNY: Hmm.

Traitorous Willoughbys.

More like Will-not-be’s.

Will not eat Tim’s food.

Hey, Tim.

I know you miss your old-fashioned parents.

Change is hard.

I’ve been there.

I think maybe you just need to eat.

What?

No, no, no.

NANNY: Come on.

Here we go.

Hmm.

Put some oats on those skinny bones.

Tim, you have to try this.

It’s so good.

Way better than that wall lobster.

Willoughbys do not eat oats.

I know you can do this, Skinny Bones.

Now eat.

No, thank you.

Eat.

Nope.

Eat.

No.

NANNY: Stop it.

You stop it.

NANNY: Let go.

You let go.

Eat.

No!

You disrespect my oats, you disrespect me.

I have no choice but to put you in.

The coal bin?

I was gonna say time-out.

You know, I have no choice but to put you in a time-out.

Why in the world would your parents ever put you in a coal bin?

Having childish needs.

Like food.

Sweaters.

Love.

Oh, taking in an orphan.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You took in an orphan?

Yeah, we did.

But she was a baby, and babies are the most childish children, so.

We got rid of her.

What?

Back up the abuse caboose.

Where’d you get rid of a baby?

JANE: The perfect home.

Oh, this is the worst home ever.

Poor little orphan.

We should not be trespassing.

Disturbing this great man’s work.

What great man?

Wait a minute.

Commander Melanoff is real?

Um, yes.

Wow.

That is a.

That’s a strong fashion choice.

Do you dress like that every day, sir?

I, uh.

Are those medals candy?

Uh, maybe.

Can Ruth come out?

No!

Go away!

Hey!

Hey!

Where’s the orphan, candy man?

Shh.

No!

Baby!

Ruth!

BARNABYS: Factory!

Oh, diddly-do.

May I touch your mustache?

What?

Uh-oh.

Baby?

Where is she?

JANE: Ruth!

NANNY: This is bad.

We have to get her before she has a sugar crash.

Oh, no, no, no.

Not again.

You trespassers!

Stay!

Yes, great one.

NANNY: Oh, baby.

No, no, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

MELANOFF: Nuts and nougat, nuts and nougat.

Oh, diddly-doodle.

Ah!

Not the candy crusher.

Ruthie!

Gotcha!

Ooh, that was exciting.

Okay, but we’re supposed to be staying.

Ruth!

You!

Big-haired lady.

Give me back my baby!

Your baby?

I don’t think so, sugar daddy.

A nanny knows things, and this nanny knows these messed-up Willoughbys left a baby on your doorstep.

Wait, are you the angels who brought her to me?

JANE: UH.

MAYBE.

I wouldn’t call them angels, exactly.

Oh, my.

What are you feeding her?

Candy!

I’m Commander Melanoff, and I live in the land of fun!

Whoa.

A moving painting?

How did they get the tiny people in the box?

MELANOFF: Ruthie likes it, don’t ya?

You like those toasty oats.

All kids love oats.

So, you’re like the real Commander Melanoff?

You’re famous?

Well, maybe.

I do make every tasty treat myself.

Do you live here alone, or.

Yes.

Well, I did.

Ruth moved in and she needs a lot of attention.

‘Course she does, don’t you, baby girl?

How could something so tiny make so much poop?

I haven’t slept in nine days.

Oh, that explains a lot.

I called Orphan Services for help, but–

Orphan Services?

No, you shouldn’t have called them!

Well, I mean, “Find an orphan you don’t know, call–”

Oh, oh.

Oh, oh.

No.

Giving a baby to them is like locking a puppy up in a cage.

Oh, my!

I love puppies.

It’s a good thing I hung up, then.

Oh, you did?

You see, I’ve grown fond of her childish needs.

I want her to stay.

NANNY: Okay, but.

This factory isn’t baby proofed.

She can’t just eat candy for the rest of her life.

I mean, next thing you know, she’s going off to college, she could.

She could be a doctor.

Maybe she’ll write the next Moby Dick, or paint the next Mona Lisa.

Fly an airplane to the moon.

I mean, she could be the next president.

You know?

And then you’re gonna have to go to the White House and maybe not wear a candy suit, you know?

It’s a lot.

That sounds sweet.

It’s time for this candy man to become a family man, who also makes candy.

Well, if you ever need help, you know who to call.

Oh, the service for orphans.

What?

No, Skinny Bones!

You could call me.

You know, I’m a nanny.

I will.

Just put your number in there.

If you ever need a candy factory, or–

Ooh!

Yay!

The perfect home.

Oh, you Willoughbys are wonderful.

Here, son, catch!

Whoa.

Is this a hug?

I don’t know.

But I like it.

Aww.

Unfortunately, these Willoughby kids would soon get some disturbing news that their parents were still alive.

They say that love conquers all.

It does for these two.

THE CAT: How many lives have these cats got?

Oh, Father, I do so love adventuring with you.

Oh!

Bug.

Unfortunately, Mother, our adventuring is soon to be over.

We are broke.

Does that mean we’ll have to.

Ugh.

Go home.

I’m afraid so.

You mean, back to that old-fashioned home?

Yes.

Oh!

If only there was a way that we could reach across time and space and just sell it.

Uh, you could always use the Internet.

Ina–

Nets?

Uh, see here.

Old-fashioned homes go for a lot these days.

Oh, my.

Piranhas!

What in blue blazers is this thing?

MOTHER: So many pictures.

Ooh.

I get it.

Irene Holmes.

Hello, we’d like to sell our old-fashioned house.

Quickly.

Tell her quickly.

Immediately.

♪ Riding a bus Taking us home ♪

♪ Under my seat, I found some gum ♪

♪ Look at the world, zipping by quick ♪

♪ Chewing this gum is making me sick ♪

JANE: ♪ Eating old gum Is a bad way to go ♪

That was a great day out.

I’m glad you had fun, Tim.

Must be the Commander texting already.

Nanny.

NANNY: Oh.

What?

Father?

FATHER: As you wish.

Huh.

“Slide to unlock.”

Okay, yeah.

Why is it not work–

Yes!

FATHER: Nanny, We’re selling the house.

Huh?

She’s working for our still-alive parents!

Tim, you’re acting weird.

Oh, am I?

FATHER: We’re selling the house.

Dispose of the children as you wish.

MOTHER: Do it, Father.

No.

Oh, yeah.

And here’s what that Nanny wrote back.

“As for the children. I will take care of them.”

Do you wanna be taken care of?

I do not.

Oh, no.

Money!

Another trespasser!

WOMAN: Money!

Hello!

Open house tomorrow.

I’m gonna sell your home.

Money!

Oh, no, you won’t.

THE CAT: Who could sleep on a night like this?

Well, I could, actually.

I’m a great sleeper.

But these Willoughby kids can’t.

Go, go, go.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Orphan Services.

Oh, uh.

Hello, I’m an orphan in need of service.

I’d like to report a bad nanny.

Oh-oh.

IRENE: Ding-dong!

The house is open!

Buy it.

Buy it.

Buy it.

Buy it.

THE CAT: Like mice nibbling at the edge of a trap, these hopeful people were about to get caught in the war of the Willoughbys.