Ricky: I'm bored.
Rachel: Mom said to stay here, Ricky.
Rachel: What can you see?
Rachel: Mom said to stay here, Ricky.
Ricky: Come on, Rachel. Mom won't know.
Ricky: The hall is empty.
Timothy: W-w-who are y-y-you?
Ricky: I'm Ricky Raccoon.
Ricky: This is my sister, Rachel.
Rachel: What's wrong?
Timothy: I have a t-t-toothache.
Timothy: I-I don't l-l-like the dentist.
Rachel: Don't worry.
Rachel: The dentist is our mom. She's nice.
Ricky: Hey, guys! Watch me! I'm a fountain.
Timothy: Ha-ha-ha! You're funny.
Ricky: See, the dentist isn't scary. It's fun!
Rachel: Ricky, what are you doing?
Ricky: Hold on! Here we go!
Timothy: This is fun!
Mom: What is going on here?
Ricky: Sorry, Mom.
Ricky: I guess we can't have ice cream now.
Timothy: Don't be angry, Dr. Raccoon.
Timothy: I was scared.
Timothy: But Ricky and Rachel cheered me up.
Mom: You can have ice cream after lunch.
Mom: Thank you for helping Timothy. Here's a treat.
Rachel & Ricky: Bye, Timothy! We have to go.