[babbling]
[screaming]
[laughing, barking]
[laughing]
[crying]
That's right, Lily, show us your worst.
[crying]
Carlitos copies everyone but me.
Do you think it's because he doesn't like me?
Oh, of course not. Carlitos is just a baby
and babies are finicky sometimes.
He'll warm up to you. You just need to give him time.
The average infant needs around six months before--
Thanks Theo but I'd rather just get Carlitos like me now.
[crying]
Ronnie Anne, you should try taking him to the park.
That's a great idea, Tia Frida.
Come on, Carlitos, let's get some fresh air.
[belching, gasping]
[groaning]
[banging]
Who's in here?
Oh, it's the middle of the ding dang night.
[grunting]
[growling]
[gasping]
Lily, how did you get out of your crib?
Snack!
No, no, it's not snack time, sweetie.
- It's time to-- - Snack! Now!
[grunting]
What is going on with her?
She's supposed to be the sweet one.
We heard that!
- Not cool, Mom! - Oh, come on.
Sorry, kids! [chuckles]
Love you!
[whining]
Snack! Now!
Look at us, we're winning!
[screaming]
Did you hear something?
Hey! Ooh ooh.
Carlitos?! How did you get here?!
Sorry, that was my bad! Whoa!
Sid, take the wheel.
Carlitos, it's dangerous out here!
Take my hand!
[babbling] for you.
[grunting]
I can't reach him! Sid, get me closer!
[screaming]
Guess that's what happens
when you spend all your time on helmets.
[screaming]
That was for if we won.
[laughing]
I got to shut down the console.
Lincoln, distract her.
[screaming]
Luan, hurry! Those little teeth are so sharp!
[screaming]
Dang it. Should have seen that coming.
Luan, hurry. I can't hold her off any longer.
Oh, hey, there's that juice I've been looking for.
Luan, come on!
Wait, right.
[screaming]
[sighing]
[sighing, heaving]
[vomiting]
[laughing]
[barking]
Carlitos. [squawking]
What's with the getup?
[babbling]
[squawking] You're gonna be dog food?
[babbling]
Or in trouble for sneaking out? [squawking]
You owe me one. Come on, Sancho.
[grunting]
[barking]
[babbling]
[crying]
Ah ha! I found him!
Look, Lily, this is Fenton.
[crying]
♪ Cheer up, baby Don't you cry ♪
♪ No more tears It's cheer up time ♪
♪ Laugh with me and we will be Happy happy happy ♪
Fa-fa.
Yes, it worked!
[giggling]
♪ Cheer up, baby Don't you cry ♪
No more tears It's cheer-up time
♪ Laugh with me and we will be Happy happy happy ♪
[crying]
Sorry, he was asking for an hour.
[crying] Oh.
[giggling]
He really, really likes his prima.
It's almost like he's forgotten all about his mama.
Uh! [crying]
[babbling]
[gasping]
Lisa!
[grunting]
Lily, I'm sorry I failed you!
Bleh!
[unintelligible] Flip, leave Lisa alone!
A Calen Maury Sword?
[screaming]
[groaning]
Lisa.
Lily, that was incredible.
On your mark. Get set. Wham.
[screaming]
Best friends together at last.
[laughing]
Now we can have so much fun.
[babbling]
Help me, Carlitos.
Hey, I got one.
Ha ha! Who said these games were rigged?
[screaming]
Please take the money!
[giggling]
I'm here at the Great Lake City annual go cart race
with two of its youngest competitors,
Sid Chang and Ronnie Anne Santiago.
Girls, what's your favorite pat of racing?
Competing with my best friend.
Winning at all costs!
Sorry, it's the helmet talking.
Oh.
Why, no, no, I'm Ronnie Anne, really.
No, not the duct tape. Mm.
Let's go!
[screaming]
Wait! Okay, come back. Uh!
[screaming]
It's okay, Lily, go back to sleep.
You ever read any books about getting babies to sleep?!
Of course, Nap Quest, The Impossible Journey!
It says babies like white noise!
It reminds them of the womb!
[screaming]
[crying]
[ringing]
Crud, it's Mom! I can't let her hear all this!
[screaming]
[ringing]
- Hey, Mom. - Hi, sweetie.
How's everything going?
Great. Smooth sailing.
Do I hear Lily crying?
Oh, that? Yeah, we're just having
a teeny bit of a problem getting her to nap.
[screaming]
You know what always works for me?
Taking her to the park. That'll wear her out.
Uh, thanks for the tip, Mom. Bye.
Clyde, what happened?!
Sorry, Lincoln.
I couldn't turn off all the faucets in time.
I'll go get the mops.
[babbling]
Time for your bottle, Cariño.
Oh.
[laughing]
Seems like this little copycat idolizes his prima now.
He wants you to feed him.
Really? Me? Nice!
Oh, when Carlitos is done with this bottle,
I can give him a bath.
[babbling]
Well, maybe you should do it.
He doesn't seem to want to let go of you.
[giggling]