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Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot.

Exquisite!

Oof!

Ha-ha.

Huh?

Oof!

Huh?

ALL: Hey.

Yes!

WOMAN: Help!

WOMAN: Worst open house!

Darn it!

Well done, Willoughbys.

Today, we saved our home!

THE CAT: While the Willoughbys defended their home bravely.

Whoa.

Where you going?

THE CAT: they were no match for this.

Welcome.

Right this way.

MAN: Would you look at that house?

THE CAT: The perfect family.

♪ Perfect family ♪

It’s what we’ve always dreamed of.

MAN: Looks like home, sweetie!

TIM: Insidious.

Go.

WOMAN: There’s space for my roses.

CHOIR: ♪ Ooh, roses ♪

Big sister, I love you so much.

No, I love you so much, little brother.

PARENTS: We love you, too, kids.

KIDS: Yay!

Whoo!

I feel a tingle of domestic joy!

CHOIR: ♪ Tingle ♪

This house is wonderful!

CHOIR: ♪ Ooh, wonderful ♪

We can put all the family photos right there.

CHOIR: ♪ Ooh, photos ♪

We could be so happy here.

ALL: Whoa!

MAN: We are definitely buying this house.

CHOIR: ♪ Buying this house ♪

We be great.

But they be perfect.

TIM: Come on.

It’s like the Willoughby massacre of 1775–

Trespassers!

GIRL: It’s haunted!

I love you!

Something scared the perfect family?

Beastly.

BARNABY: Definitely a monster.

JANE: We’ll just take a look.

Jane!

No, no, no.

Shh.

What happened to our library?

BARNABY A: I’m scared.

BARNABY B: Definitely scared.

What the Willoughby?

I am the Willoughby beast.

Enter my home and I shall feast!

Eat one of the Barnabys.

BARNABYS: Zigzag.

Zigzag.

Zigzag.

BEAST: Leave this place and you be free, unless thou be a Willoughby!

Zigzag.

Zigzag.

It’s not working.

I be a Willoughby.

BEAST: Is that so?

Then I guess we’re cool.

Skinny Bones.

Nanny?

Here to serve the little children.

Yay!

I knew you were good.

Rubbery arms!

But I locked you up in your room.

Oh, come on, Tim.

All nannies know how to pick a lock.

BOTH: Ooh.

I was building this all night ‘cause I really wanted to help.

Help who?

Our parents?

We can’t trust her.

Remember this, Nanny?

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

Why are you being all evil?

Hear it in my voice, okay?

As for the children, let me take care of them.

BARNABYS: Oh.

When you say it like that, I do wanna be taken care of.

Tim, I might work for your parents, but my duty is to look after you guys.

I should have told you they were selling the house.

I’m sorry.

But I just couldn’t bear to break your weird little hearts.

Oh, thank you, Nanny.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Any time, tiny girlfriend.

BARNABY A: Wanna hug Nanny.

BARNABY B: Huggy.

Get in here, you little mushroom heads.

BARNABY: Hug us will all six arms.

Tim, are you okay?

TIM: Thank you.

Aww, Skinny Bones.

Huh?

JANE: What?

Department of Orphan Services is on site.

Unit 4.

Cut off the exits.

Orphan Services?

We have to go.

Now!

WOMAN: No children in or out.

Hurry, kids.

Stick with me.

Come on.

TIM: Where are we going?

Back door.

No, follow me.

Come on, you two.

Nanny, what’s happening?

It’s okay.

Stay together.

Come on.

Come on.

Don’t panic.

We have reason to believe a bad nanny is harboring orphans.

Orphans?

As a Willoughby, I demand you leave our home.

You’re the orphan.

Yes.

No, no, no.

They have parents.

You leave them alone.

Linda?

Is that you?

Uh, yeah.

Linda?

But I’m a nanny now.

Are you wearing toilet paper again?

Yes, I am, but it–

Oh, you look ridiculous.

It’s a costume.

I was.

Once an orphan, always an orphan.

Uh.

Nanny?

You’re an orphan?

No, I mean, I was.

I mean.

I.

I am.

We tried to find her a home, but no one ever wanted her.

That’s not true.

We want her.

See?

They want me.

Oh, Linda.

I’d like to report a bad nanny.

We do not want her.

Tim?

That’s you?

Your voice?

Tim.

How could you?

No, no–

Oh, children can be so, so cruel.

I didn’t mean–

You did.

I was just trying to be a good nanny.

But you are–

No longer required.

No, you are required.

Go, Linda, before these children hurt you more.

Nanny, don’t.

Please!

Jane.

You did this.

I didn’t mean–

You lied about Nanny.

You made me get rid of Ruth.

That was our parents.

Always just bossing me around.

Jane–

You’re a mean, mustacheless, short-panted–

No!

Fighting children must be separated.

You can’t.

AGENT: For your own good.

No!

AGENT: You will adopt standard childhood experiences.

Homes will be allocated.

Schools will be assigned.

Until your biological parents return, you are officially orphans.

No!

AGENT: Have a nice childhood.

JANE: Stop!

I don’t want to go!

Help!

I don’t wanna go!

Let me out!

Let me out!

BARNABY A: Tim?

BARNABY B: JANE?

TIM: Please.

You can’t do this.

All children collected and protected.

No.

Good work, team.

These poor kids.

Alone, scattered, lost.

Like me, really.

The Barnabys were cared for in a modern home, plugged into the Internet, their little brains flooded with.

Well, you’ve been on the Internet.

Jane’s hosts believed in the healing power of music.

You okay, kiddo?

THE CAT: But Jane’s song was gone.

Her what-ifs?

No more.

Tim resisted change, running away from well-meaning families like the Wilsons, the Walters, the Waddingtons.

He wanted his old-fashioned Willoughby life back.

Sold?

No, no, no, no!

THE CAT: But it was gone.

THE CAT: No home.

No family.

Someone’s gotta look after him.

This is unit three.

We have him.

THE CAT: It’s tough out there, in the city.

Sometimes, you’re the cat.

Sometimes, you’re the mouse.

At least he’s got a box.

Okay, it’s a bit dark, but, uh, y’know.

Poor Nanny tucked her tail and ran away from her past.

Y’know, never look back.

‘Course, it’s nobody’s fault, really.

THE CAT: Fine.

I’ll stop the bus.

Happy now?

Let me off.

Let me off!

What the Willoughby?

THE CAT: This is good, right?

Exciting.

GUARD: Oat time.

Hmph.

Not hungry.

GUARD: Oh, I think you are, Skinny Bones.

Huh?

What–

Hungry for freedom.

Nanny?

Call me Phil.

Get in the oat cart.

I’m busting you out.

I do not deserve this busting you speak of.

Leave me, Phil, to my short-panted guilt.

Oh, pity party, huh?

Guess I didn’t get my invitation.

Sure, you screwed up.

I screwed up, too.

I left you kids there alone.

I ran away.

But I came back, and I’m not leaving here without a Willoughby.

I’m just a Will-not-be.

All I wanted was to be a great Willoughby with a great family.

Hey!

Are you saying Jane’s not great?

No!

Barnaby A’s not great?

No.

Barnaby B’s not great?

Ow!

You’re not great?

Okay, okay, I get it!

Stop!

Look, Skinny Bones, you have a family.

They need you and you need them.

My head protector.

Let’s blow this pop stand and do something great, bro-bro.

Let us get blowing, brother-brother.

I admire your ruthlessness, but this is crazy.

Shh.

Almost there.

I mean, uh, uh.

Just taking the oats for a walk.

Oats love walking.

Come on, oats.

Is there an orphan in that cart?

Uh.

AGENT: Phil?

Oh, boy, orphan in an oat cart?

I’ve never heard of such a thing.

That’s preposterous.

Uh, don’t touch that.

Don’t look in there.

Oh, my!

My back!

How dare you?

You think oats grows in fields, Phil?

Do you know how long we have to soak these oats so they’re soft enough we won’t choke a child?

Code Blue!

She’s not a real Phil!

It’s Linda!

Stop right there, fake Phil.

Nanny!

Tim?

Ow!

She’s stealing an orphan.

He’s not an orphan.

And she’s not a Linda.

I’m Phil.

Phil this!

Ow!

Whoo-hoo!

Gotcha.

She’s getting away.

Stop that Linda!

I knew Phil had a sweet car!

Nanny, the gate!

Gate, schmate Phil ain’t no sheep.

RADIO HOST: We have stories of people in very different contexts.

You know, it is nice to see Linda taking initiative.

AGENT: Hmm.

NEWSCASTER: Tonight, a skinny-boned boy escapes a juvenile detention center.

The hunt for his–

Tim was in a box.

TIM: Barnabys.

I need your help.

Okay, Tim.

Sure, Tim.

Let’s go!

Nope.

TIM: No?

What do you mean, no?

We have to hurry.

No need to hurry.

We got the drums, baby.

We got the drums.

Jane, please.

We’re not the Willoughbys without your what-ifs.

Hmph!

What if.

I say I am sorry?

What if you did?

What if you accept my apology?

What if you stop telling me what to do?

What if you stop getting me into trouble and stuck in a coal bin while you get to play with orphans and eat meatloaf?