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] <i> Eight semesters later.</i> [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!
