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| Bart and Lisa stand over Maggie's bassinet, the baby's arms and legs | |||
| poking out over the top. | |||
| Lisa: | What a little bundle of joy! | ||
| Peer inside the bassinet to see the aforementioned bundle of joy | |||
| lying on her back, pacifier in mouth, arms and legs waving in the | |||
| way that babies wave their arms and legs. | |||
| Bart: | You can tell what it's thinking by its body language. | ||
| Lisa: | I think its body language is saying, ``I want to play.'' | ||
| Bart grabs Maggie's left foot and starts pulling its toes playfully. | |||
| As he moves from toe to toe, he pulls them with more vigor. | |||
| Bart: | This little piggy went to market. | ||
| This little piggy stayed home. | |||
| This little piggy had roast beef. | |||
| And | |||
| By this time, he seems to be trying to pull Maggie's toes off entirely. | |||
| Bart: | And | ||
| Maggie kicks him in the face. | |||
| Lisa: | I think its body language is saying, ``Game's over.'' | ||
| {Lisa: ``Let's try to communicate with it in its own language.'' Bart | |||
| leans over and babbles; Maggie shoves a bottle in his mouth. | |||
| Bart: | Look at it. Just lying there. | ||
| Lisa: | I wonder how we look to it. | ||
| The two peer into the bassinet. Maggie's-eye view of the proceedings. | |||
| Lisa and Bart are demons, Lisa with Medusa-like hair and claws, Bart | |||
| with long sinewy hair and pointy ears. | |||
| Bart: | Ooba-gooba-gabba! | ||
| Lisa: | You're our little sister! | ||
| Bart: | Gooba-gabba, gooba-gabba! | ||
| Lisa: | One of us! One of us! | ||
| Back to reality. | |||
| Bart: | Just think, Maggie. Someday, if you're lucky, you'll grow up to be | ||
| just like us. | |||
| Close-up of Maggie, as she grows worried and sucks furiously on her | |||
| pacifier. | |||
| Bart: | Do you think a little baby could possibly imagine what its future | ||
| is going to be like? | |||
| Lisa: | I wonder if it has any hopes or dreams or fantasies. | ||
| A giant Maggie stands in the room, on the wall a picture of a pacifier. | |||
| She tickles the feet of tiny diapered Bart and Lisa lying on their | |||
| backs in the bassinet, their arms and feet up in the air. | |||
| Bart: | [giggling] No, man. Please, we beg you! | ||
| Lisa: | [giggling] Leave our toes alone! | ||
| Bart: | Don't tickle me! Don't tickle me! | ||
| Lisa: | Help! Help! Help! | ||
| Bart: | Come on! Come on, man! | ||
| Back to reality. | |||
| Lisa: | Maybe it's thinking how much it loves us. | ||
| Bart: | I guess we'll never know. | ||
| Push in on Maggie, lying helplessly in her crib. | |||
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