Ah ha.
[baby laughing] Oh.
Oh, Planky-Poo, look how cute our baby is!
Oh, please,
that thing isn't even a graphing calculator. Weak.
Oh, come on.
How can you look at our baby's itty wittle keyboard
and say he's not the cutest?
[gasping] I have the perfect name for him.
Well, don't you wanna know the name?
- Not really. - It's Chip.
He's named after my grandfather. Oh.
[crying]
[groaning] Great,
here we go with the crying!
Will you please hush that thing up?!
Oh, what's the matter?
[crying and groaning]
[cooing]
There you go. All better.
Wow, how did you do that so fast?
Simple, I just typed four, four, four, five
in his cute little keyboard.
I don't get it.
Shhh.
[groaning]
Come on, walk to Mommy.
[cooing]
That's it. You can do it.
[cooing]
You're walking, baby!
You call that walking? This is walking.
[humming]
This is how you do it. This is how it's done.
[humming]
[cooing and laughing]
[gasping] Mama's big boy is upgrading!
[laughing]
Aw.
[laughing]
[humming]
Whoa, ah!
[coughing and farting]
This stinks!
[groaning]
[laughing]
So you think you can do whatever you want
because you're a teenager now?
You just wait until I tell your father.
Whoa!
What did you just say to me?!
[groaning]
I told Chip that game was too dangerous,
and do you know what he said to me?
[screeching]
And?
[growling]
Just talk to your son! I need to cool my circuits.
[grunting]
Ooh, uh, hey, buddy.
Heh, uh, what ya doing?
Eh.
Yeah, I hear ya. So, uh, what happened at the arcade?
Bam, bam, bam! Pew, pew! [seal barking]
Uh.
What? You mother stopped your game,
even though you were crushing it?
Your mother clearly doesn't get you, man.
But I have the perfect solution to your problem. Run away.
Huh?
Yes, I said run away. Take off, see the world. You do you.
Eh, now get out of here, you little scamp.
Aw, we have got the best kid ever!
[groaning]
Oh! [giggling]
Aw.
Come on, son, let your old man buy ya a quart of oil.
Whoo-hoo! [laughing]
Yes!
Sorry, Dad, I'd love to, but I'm leaving for college.
I went to college.
[crying]
[beeping]
Eight semesters later.
[humming]
Hehehe. Ouch! Watch it, Karen!
We don't want Chip to know
we're spying on his first day of work.
[whistling]
[beeping]
Beep, beep, beep, beep,
beep, beep. [giggling]
[dinging]
Huh? Hmm.
Hey, what? [groaning]
[gasping] Hey! Hey! Give me my money!
[crying]
[laughing] That's my boy!