..
on television.
The one that--
Aw.
Oh.
Come on, hon'.
That's it. Come on.
· This is the army, Mr.Jones ·
· No private rooms
or telephones ·
· You had your breakfast
in bed before ·
· But you won't get it
there anymore ·
· This is the army, Mr. Brown ·
· You and your baby
went to town ·
· She had you worried ·
· But this is war ·
· And she won't worry you anymore ·
· No, she won't worry you ·
· Anymore ··
Oh, baby.
You had quite an adventure today.
Boo Boo.
Boo Boo?
It's what he calls his book.
He lost it today.
We'll get you another one.
[Gasps]
Boo Boo!
[Laraine]
What?
Ooh!
What?
Oh, I see.
That's nice.
Boo Boo.
That's not a Boo Boo.
That's a clock, a ticktock.
Was there a ticktock
in his book?
No.
Well, he's pointing to...
he's pointing to...
he's not pointing
at the ticktock.
He's pointing to Boo Boo.
He wants his Boo Boo.
I thought he was getting
a new Boo Boo.
His Boo Boo's back there.
That's where he's been.
Radio Rogers and McCloskey.
Tell them to turn around.
We're going back
to the ticktock
to get the Boo Boo.
And send for backup.
Boo Boo! Boo Boo!
Hey, Eddie.
Sure you don't want to see
if they left the money?
Oh, that's a good idea.
We get the living hell
tore out of us by a baby.
Three fully-grown men
versus 1 5 pounds
of pink flesh with a mouth.
What chance you think we got
of strolling into that alley
and coming out with anything less
than 1 40 years in prison?
No, thank you.
This is a hexed situation.
We walk away
while we're still ahead.
We took a lickin'
and kept on tickin'.
We'll go back to banks,
dealing with grown-ups.
I don't want no kiddie stuff.
We did O.K. With banks.
Or a convenience store
once in a while.
I'll tell you one thing
I learned from this--
I ain't never going to have
any kids of my own.
Ha. Yeah.
Seeing you burnt down
the only tree in your forest,
I wouldn't worry about it.
Oh. Oh.
Why don't you shut up?
I don't want to ever hear
another word
about that rotten, snake-bit baby.
Boo Boo.
I'm serious.
Boo Boo.
I'm hearing that little vermin
in my thoughts.
I want to erase him from my mind.
Boo Boo!
Ha ha ha.
Did you hear that?
Yeah.
Know what it sounds like?
Boo Boo, Boo Boo, Boo Boo,
Boo Boo.
Boo Boo.
He's back.
Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.
You dirty, no-good stool pigeon!
You're surrounded.
Throw down the Boo Boo.
And put your hands
over your heads.
This is the end of the story.
Good night, sweetheart.
Good night, Bink.
Ha ha.
[Laraine]
Did I tell you?
The baby's having his picture
taken tomorrow.
Say hello to old Willy for me.Boo-boo.
Couldn't we read another book?
We've read this one a hundred times.
Please?
Nanny Gilbertine is so tired of
the Boo-boo book, she could just gag.
Boo-boo.
All right. All right.
"One fine and sunny day,
Baby Boo's nanny Henrietta said
'Baby Boo, today you shall go
on a wonderful adventure."
"You will see the many,
many sights of the Big City."
"After a lovely breakfast
they walked down the lane to the corner,
where they boarded a big, blue bus."
"They were on their way to the Big City."
"Baby Boo felt very grown-up indeed,
for this was his first trip
away from Mother and Father."
Did I tell you?
- Baby's having his picture taken today.
- Oh. Say hello to old Willy for me.
Old Willy isn't doing it.
I've hired Downtown Baby Photographers.
He's photographed Cotwell babies
since the Depression.
Old Willy hasn't had a picture
in the paper in over 20 years.
Everyone we know has had
their baby's picture in the paper.
Baby Bink is almost a year old
and virtually unknown.
I can't count the number of times I've been
asked why we're keeping our baby a secret.
You're right.
The only way to quiet such talk is to have our
small-minded friends open up their papers
and see a photograph of
the prettiest baby in the city.
- Get out! Come on!
- Come on, let's go. I said move it!
Move it!
Off with the fuzzy pink and blue