Uh! Wah!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Ta-da!
- Ah! - Ugh.
Whoa! Ah!
- Aww.
Here's your grilled cheese, little guy.
You're luckier than your daddy when it comes to dairy.
Enjoy.
- Mmm. - Is it good, Chuckie?
It's the best, Tommy!
Frilled cheese is my new favorite food.
Just for you, Chas, my all-new Macadamia Milk Mocha.
Wow, thanks.
Delicious!
Didi, try it. - Ugh!
I can't handle coffee smell right now.
No offense, Betty.
It's the pregnancy talking. - Yup, just like with Tommy.
And I know you must be craving this.
Mmm. Mmm!
Yes! Thank you!
The baby thanks you too-- ooh, with a little kick.
Oof.
Feels like a tummy rumble.
My tummy always grumbles when I eat frilled cheese.
Maybe it's asking for more.
Well, on the bright side of pregnancy symptoms,
your hair has never looked better.
Sorry I'm late to get the kids, Deed.
I had to grab some stuff for my big surprise I'm building you.
It's not another high-speed confetti blaster, is it?
I'm still finding colored dots from that birthday party fail.
No, and that would've worked
if people had just said "surprise" at the same time.
Let's go, kids.
Why's your tummy making noises, Chuckie?
Well, I don't wanna scare you guys,
but Tommy's mommy said that
ever since she got a baby in her tummy,
she's always hungry for frilled cheese,
and she thinks some smells are awful.
A'member? - Uh, yes.
But why would that scare us?
Because it's happening to me! Look!
Well, you did say frilled cheese
was your favoritest food.
And I smell something really bad.
Ack, this diapie waffle?
Nah.
But you never liked the smell of diapie waffles anyway.
That's aside the point.
I'm smelling stuffs different now.
And the biggest proof?
My daddy said your mommy's hair
has never looked redder, and mine is red!
So you think you got a baby in your tummy?
I know I do, Susie.
How did it get in there?
Oh, it doesn't matter. Chuckie is gonna be a daddy.
I don't know how to take care of a baby.
They cry and wear diapers and drink from bottles and--
We can help. We do all that stuffs too.
Thanks, Tommy. Maybe I really can be a daddy.
Sure. You'll learn.
Come on. We'll make you a practice baby.
See? I'm learning stuffs already.
Who knew there was such a thing as practice babies?
I thought we were making a crib.
What's all this for?
Pop, allow me to introduce you to the Super Crib,
a whole new level in automated parenting solutions.
Now, I know what you're thinking--
"How can a Crib be super?"
You definitely do not know what I'm thinking.
Or maybe, "How's my son Stu gonna handle putting to bed
Tommy and a new baby without a total meltdown?"
- Getting warmer. - Not to worry.
This crib will have everything a baby needs to get to sleep--
smart-sensing heating-cooling pad, robo-arm-swaddler,
and if that doesn't do it-- midnight puppet show!
"Stu's super grip does the parenting for you!"
What do you think now, Pop?
I'm starting to miss the confetti blaster.
Okay, Chuckie, open your eyes!
Wow, it even looks like me!
What are you gonna name it?
Okay, it's just a name I've always loved...
Meatball.
Hmm, Meatball Finster. I like the sound of that.
- Yeah, sounds mushy. - And meaty.
So what should I practice first?
I have you all set up.
Uh, was kind of hoping to start
at the other end, but okay.
You got this, Chuckie.
Wipe. - Mm-hmm.
- Cream. - Yep.
- More wipes. - Uh-huh.
- More cream. - Right.
Now, the diaper.
Wait, wait, wait. Slow down, guys.
Wow, I did it!
I changed Meatball's diaper. Now I am ready for anything.
This one's easy. I a'member when my daddy
used to feed me with a bottle.
Where did you get that cereal?
From Meatball's head.
You're eating his brains?
I might be a new daddy,
but I know you're not opposed to do that!
I never heard that a'fore.
Every parent's got different rules.
It's okay, Meatball.
Daddy will fix your torn-up head.
Susie, could I have the boo-boo blankie
you usually carry for me?
Oh, there you go.
And now, a burp.
Oh.
You meant Meatball.
Heating pad secured. Can you pass me a robo-arm?
Woof, bark, woof.
Hi-ya! High five! Thanks, Pop.
Wait till you see this puppet show.
I spent weeks workshopping it.
What, to entertain a newborn baby?
"Puppet shows are for everyone."
I know this looks scary, Meatball.
But Daddy's here, and nothing's gonna happen.
I remember my first mud puddle slide.
- Chuckie! - Abandon ship!
Oh!
I let my own son down!
Something scary did happen.
Mm, it's okay, Chuckie.
Now you can practice bath time with Meatball.
Lillian, he's gonna wash off all that perfectly good mud.
Nothing we can do, Phillip. It's Chuckie's baby.
We're just the dogparents.
♪ Just lay on your back and float like an otter ♪
♪ Now close your eyes, 'cause here comes the water ♪
Oh!
Looks like someone needs their diapie changed.
Again.
Time to take Meatball for a walk.
Uh, do you all think Meatball's okay?
He looks kind of, uh...
- Interesting? - He looks nice and happy.
Yeah, and Meatball never cries.
That we can hear, anyways.
That's true. You know, I've been taking care
of Meatball all day, and it's going great!
Sure, I'm a new daddy,
but I'm doing a pretty good job of keeping him safe.
Oh!
Stop!
Ooh.
Oh, Meatball, I'm sorry. Meatball...
Meatball!
Yes! Done!
All our parenting problems are solved.
Stu, we're back, and--oh!
What is that? - Surprise!
It's a fully automated super crib.
We're gonna be so ready for this baby.
Do you like it? - I love it.
But where does the baby go?
Obviously, inside the crib, Deed.
Right oh--
oh, no!
I know you'll work it out, honey.
I'm gonna check on the kids.
Pop, what is wrong with me?
I spent so much time filling the Super Crib with gadgets,
that I forgot to make room for the most important part--
the baby!
I'm the worst dad ever.
Ah, son, in parenting and in life,
sometimes you just gotta try to remember the basics.
And I'm always here to give you a hand.
Guys, what's wrong with me?
I spent all day practicing on Meatball.
But I can't even take my baby on one little stroller ride.
I'm the worst dad ever.
So Meatball might not look like his self anymore,
but that doesn't mean you're not ready to be a daddy.
Yeah, you changed his diaper, fixed his boo-boo,
showed him how to go down a slide,
and even sang to him while you gave him a bath.
And don't forget the part where Meatball esploded!
Memories.
Chuckie, you did your best,
and that's exactly what a good daddy would do.
You're right, Tommy.
I'll figure out this daddy thing when it's time.
Which I think is now.
- Chuckie?
Has Chuckie been eating anything new lately?
Just grilled cheese sandwiches.
Do you think that's what gave him a tummy ache?
Like father, like son.
Chuckie might be lactose intolerant.
Maybe you should slow down on introducing so much dairy
into his diet. - Ha!
He's a true Finster!
I just made my last grilled cheese sandwich.
Oh, Chas, did you just say
you're making one last grilled cheese?
Thank you, I would do it.
But a coffee smell is making me nauseous--ugh.
Knew I should've gone with tea.
I hope you're ready to have your mind provo-blown!
- Where's Meatball? - I've got bad news.
I'm definitely not a daddy.
But there's good news!
My stomach doesn't hurt anymore.
Aw, Chuckie, I think it just wasn't time
for you to be a daddy yet.
You're probably right, Tommy.
Maybe I'll wait till preschool.
You know, this feels like a good time for a diapie waffle.
First bite, Chuckie? - Still no thank you, Phil.
Scoot yourself.
I was playing with my tools this morning,
and I must've put it down somewhere.
- How about in here?
It's stuckeded. I need my stu-driver.
Too bad that's what we're looking for.
Wait, we're not looking for bugs?
- You never listen, Phillip. - Do too, Lillian!
I was looking for bugs and stu-drivers.
So far, I've found bugs.
Thanks for watching the kids today, Pop.
This might be our last chance
to the run those pre-baby errands.
Didi's been a little wound up
about getting everything done in time.
I'm not the one with the color-coded list.
Good shopping starts with good preparation.
You've got all the items mapped out
by shelf location in each store?
Very impressive.
And the closest bathrooms and hospitals
and best-ranked local universities.
What? The baby could come any minute.
We have to be ready.
See you later. - Okay, see you later!
Did you hear that?
My daddy said the new baby could come any minute.
Yeah, but you know how grown-ups are.
A minute can be forever.
Ooh, that must be the new kid.
Be right back.
Or it could be really short.
Sprouts, you remember Celeste.
And look who she brought for you to meet.
Her name is Clover.
I know she'd love to play with you.
Here you go, baby.
Hi, Clover. Welcome to the family.
I'm Tommy.
I'm your big brother, and these are our friends,
Susie, Chuckie, Phil, and Lil.
She doesn't look like such a new kid to me.
She can already walk.
Well, um, I guess that's a'cause she gots so many legs.
She gots a lot of hair.
- And big ears. - And a tail.
All babies probably start out like that.
We just don't remember what we used to look like.
Pretty sure I never had a tail.
Did you ever really check, though?
Hey--oh.
Ah!
- We didn't used to do that.
Did we?
- Doin' it now. - Who can remember?
Clover, come see where you're going to live.
Oh, here's the spot-- full of weeds.
You really think Clover can chomp that all down?
Oh, yes. Goats are nature's
little Weedwackers. They love to graze.
She might even eat that old box.
Should we move it? - Oh, that.
I've been trying to figure out what to do with it.
It's Trixie's old tea set.
She used to make tea for us every afternoon.
She had beautiful taste.
Well, it's too cracked and chipped to use anymore,
but I can't seem to put it into the trash bin.
Maybe you don't have to.
Just wait. I'll show you.
I love a mystery.
And this is my room.
That's my crib.
You can sleep in that other one
if you want.
A nap sounds good right now.
I got woked up early by a very rude bird.
Try it out, Clover.
Help me boost her up, guys.
Hey!
- She jumpeded in
all by herself.
Game changer.
There you go, Clover.
Sleepy time. That means you gotta lay down--
on your back.
Or on your knees.
I was saving this blankey for when you got here,
which is now. I hope you like it.
Let's go play till she's up.
- Huh? - She's up.
And eating her blankey.
Oh, I forgot to give her a snack.
She must be hungry.
Or maybe blankies are delicious!
And this is the day we find out.
Nope.
What does Clover like to eat?
I don't know. Just get her
your favoritest foods.
Thanks, guys.
Snack time, Clover!
Eh, Clover?
Where did she go?
Well, now we know what she likes to eat--
Reptar cereal, just like me!
And the box too?
My mommy says it's good to explore new foods.
Who would've thought some old cups and saucers
could make something this magical?
I guess you did. Thanks, Celeste.
My pleasure. I love the way
it came together. - It just needs one more thing.
Be right back. - Now who's being mysterious?
Clover, wanna play?
Guess she doesn't like bears.
What should we give her?
Can't never go wrong with Drooly Snake.
Phillip! She might be scared of snakes.
Debbie Doll?
Chuckie, can I talk to you--
over there?
Let's cut to the pace. What do you think of Clover?
Um, she seems nice.
Did you notice her feet are kind of like hooves?
And they're furry.
You get it too, right?
Tommy's little sister is a--
You guys talkin' 'bout Clober?
- You mean the goat?
You knew?
Pretty sure babies don't gots tails.
Also, I saw her poop in the yard.
There you go.
How we gonna tell Tommy his new baby sister is a goat?
We're not.
Tommy's always there for us.
So if his mommy and daddy decided that a goat sister
will make him happy, then none of us are gonna say a thing.
I'm not good with secrets.
Hey, guys, I think Clover wants to play a game.
Why don't we goad her--
I mean, get her outside for some fresh air?
Yeah, it's fun to play in the grass in bare hooves--uh, feet.
Let's play follow the leader.
I'll start.
Wait for us, Clober.
Yeah, we can't run as fast as a go--
go, Clober.
I saw this at a petting zoo once.
all: Phil!
I told you I wasn't good with secrets.
Slow down, Clover.
Hmm, I think she's digging for something.
She founded my stu-driver!
Thank you, Clover.
I must've burieded it in the sand by accident.
Whoa!
You can give it back now.
Build 'em high, junior carpenter!
Come on, Clover.
You're not ready for stu-driver yet.
Give it back.
I can't stand to watch him beg.
We have to tell Tommy that she's a--you know.
Goat? Oh--
No, that would destroy him.
Best we can do is get him back his stu-driver.
Spike always trades socks for a doggie treat.
What do goats eat? - Blankies.
Cereal boxes.
No, those.
She's playing keep-away--
keep-really-away.
Thanks, Chuckie. I didn't know
new babies ated grass.
Tommy, there's a lot about Clover that you might not know.
Sure. 'Cause we just met, right?
She meant 'cause she's a go--
A go?
A serenity fountain.
Oh, Lou, what a lovely tribute to your late wife.
Yeah, and a nice place for the two of us to sit and relax.
- Clover!
Good job with those weeds.
Looks like this little kid has had a big day.
Hey, Pop. Hi, Celeste.
How'd the weed clearing go? - Great.
And that's not all we cleared out.
We did finish a little project.
- Ugh, that is so beautiful!
I could sit here all day, especially since this baby
is taking its time.
Did you hear that? My mommy's tummy
still has a baby in it. - So you get it now?
About Clover? - I sure do, Chuckie!
She's someone else's little sister.
- No, she's a g-- - A great kid.
Yeah, I just hope whoever her big brother or sister is,
they know that she likes to jump and climb on stuffs
and eat cereal boxes and--
Oh, it's not the worst thing we never told Tommy.