It’s a very sinister scene. There’s thunder, lightning, and monkeys. Tommy monologues his regrets, snarling at his brother’s continued insolence while the monkeys watch on with glee. “I’m through being your big brother!” he screams. Tommy is about to smear Dil with banana baby food so that the monkeys will be attracted to him—whether as a food source or camaraderie, everyone’s intentions are a little unclear—but Tommy has a change of heart when Dil starts to cry.

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Instead of leaving his baby brother out in the elements for some monkeys to tear him apart limb by limb, Tommy decides to protect Dil. Moments later, he cleans Dil up, covers him with scraps of a blanket, huddles next to him for warmth, and sings him a goddamn heartwarming lullaby. Upon rewatching this scene, I see it’s absolutely nuts: emotional whiplash from start to finish and a very dark depiction of the normally affable Tommy Pickles to boot.

Whether I teared up right before or after the lullaby is unclear, but this is the moment that made me cry. I’ve always known myself to be a sucker for watching people cry on screen, especially guys, so maybe this is where it all started. I was only 8 years old, so I don’t think I fully understood that crying during The Rugrats Movie falls squarely in the “mildly pathetic” category of Shit-I-Did-in-the-’90s. But I maintain that this was a scene worth the emotional response, and it kind of holds up. Like, watch that shit and tell me your heartstrings didn’t feel a slight tug. I mean, the monkeys are... terrible, but everything else? The trauma? The angst? The sibling discord? The rekindling? Poetic cinema, lads.