Melanie Chartoff: Didi Pickles

Rugrats Go Wild

Didi Pickles

Didi Pickles: We have to find something to eat. All I saved were a couple jars of baby food.
Howard DeVille: [cheerfully] Who knew strained peas and apricots went so well together?
Kira Finster: Ah! You ate the baby food?
Howard DeVille: Babies don't need food. I have to keep my strength up for when you all try to throw me into the *soup pot*!
Didi Pickles: He's delusional!
Drew Pickles: [points angrily at Stu] This is all *your fault*!
Stu Pickles: *My* fault?
Charlotte Pickles: Whose idea was the Stu Cruise to Doom?
Didi Pickles: Oh! I expect that from the Finsters or the DeVilles, but Charlotte!
Drew Pickles: [gets right up in Stu's face] I knew this day was coming since you were in diapers!
Kira Finster: I should have never left Paris!

Stu Pickles: Behold, follow islanders! I, Stu Pickles, have build us a radio!
Didi Pickles: Stu, who's watching the kids?
Stu Pickles: Oh, Angelica said she'd take care of them.
[the grown-ups gasp in terror and begin scrambling around, looking for their children]
Kira Finster: Kimi!
[looks behind some bushes]
Kira Finster: Chuckie! Where are you?
Didi Pickles: Oh, this is very strange. I feel like this has happened before.

[Marianne Thornberry films oysters spewing water]
Marianne Thornberry: Well, it's not a clouded leopard, but at least I'll have a film of something.
[Donnie splashes in a puddle]
Marianne Thornberry: Donnie!
Howard DeVille: [chases Donnie] Stay still!
[the grown-ups stop and see her filming]
Marianne Thornberry: What--? This is supposed to be a deserted island!
Charlotte Pickles: [cries happily] Oh, thank heavens! We're part of an elaborate television stunt designed to humiliate us!
Marianne Thornberry: Who *are* you?
[they all begin talking at once]
Marianne Thornberry: Hold it! My name is Marianne Thornberry. From the nature show?
Didi Pickles: We're shipwrecked.
Betty DeVille: Can you help us, Marianne?
Marianne Thornberry: Of course. Our camp is nearby.

Charles "Chas" Finster: [goes to open the cellar door] Well, this is how we came in.
[Charlotte's eyes widen in horror]
Betty DeVille, Didi Pickles, Charlotte Pickles, Stu Pickles, Drew Pickles, Kira Finster: *NO*!
[water gushes in; everybody panics]
Didi Pickles: Kids!
[they grab the babies as the water rapidly rises]
Kira Finster: Kimi! Chuckie! Hold on to me!
Charles "Chas" Finster: Why didn't anybody stop me?

Stu Pickles: [reads a soggy map] We left here. We capsized here. I know *exactly* where we are. You see, we're on this tiny, little island called... Uninhabited.
Didi Pickles: You mean, we're the only people here?

Stu Pickles: [his coconut radio squeals] It's getting a signal!
Marianne Thornberry: I'm very impressed.
Didi Pickles: Oh, Stu's an inventor. Runs an ad in the shop-and-buy.
[Spike barks as he approaches with Eliza, Darwin and Debbie]
Marianne Thornberry: Girls! Have you seen some children?
Debbie Thornberry: Just a bossy three-year-old who has delusions of being a princess.
Charlotte Pickles: Angelica!
Angelica Pickles: [over radio] I'm the boss of this bathy thing!
Debbie Thornberry: [points to the radio] That's her!
Susie Carmichael: [over radio] We haven't moved a bit, Angelica.
Didi Pickles: That's Susie!
Debbie Thornberry: She must have turned on the radio in the bathysphere!
Marianne Thornberry: A *three-year-old's* driving the bathysphere?
Betty DeVille: What the heck?
[the parents surrounded Debbie and Eliza, frantically shouting questions]
Marianne Thornberry: OK! It's no problem! We can track them by radar from the Comvee.
Debbie Thornberry: Yeah, except... I sunk the Comvee.
Marianne Thornberry: You *what*?

Stu Pickles: Everyone all set?
Didi Pickles: I think we should all thank my husband Stu for arranging this wonderful getaway.
Stu Pickles: No. You can thank me by having the time of your lives.