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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.

Boo-boo.

"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? -Hmm...

Baby's having his picture taken this morning.

Oh, say hello to Old Willy for me.

Old Willy isn't doing it.

I've hired Downtown Baby Photographers.

Darling, old Willy's been photographing Cotwell babies since the Great 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 that kind of talk

is to have our small-minded friends open up their newspapers

and see a photograph of the prettiest baby in the city.

Get out! Get out!

Come on, let's go!

I said move it! Move it!

-Come on! -Get up...

Off with the fuzzy pink and blue sweaters. Nice and slow.

Ed, does it matter which one of us wears pink or blue?

No!

Cotwell. Cotwell. Where is that little...

Dinner with the Westphals tonight, my love. Be gorgeous.

Don't forget to do your breathing exercises

Dr. Phillips suggested to reduce stress.

I have breathing scheduled at 11:00.

-Peggy's been reminding me for a week. -Bless her soul.

Have a wonderful day.

Bing.

What did you forget?

Oh... My pen. Thank you, Andrews.

What else?

Darling, you know how I hate games in the morning.

Oh! Of course.

Goodness gracious. How could I forget?

Don't you get... Don't you get...

Don't you get into any mischief while Dada's gone.

Won't it be exciting when he can understand

all the wonderful things we say to him?

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

Whoa. Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

He can't look too butch, but he can't look too feminine.

He has to look angelic, like a little prince.

-That would suggest blue. -Blue?

Won't that look like we're trying to match his eyes?

Won't that be too obvious?

I see lots of babies with blue eyes and blue outfits.

What kind of babies? Rich babies? Pretty babies?

Regular babies? Important babies?

Regular babies.

Baby Bink is not a regular baby.

Buff, buff, buff buff, buff, buff.

Look how shiny they're getting.

Here we go. Here we go. There we go.

Now, now. Now, now. Almost done.

This is simple. Ready?

Very, very handsome. Let me see.

Hello.

Get the gear.

Get the gear.

He didn't say, "Get the gear, Veeko."

-Come on, let's go. -I'm the supervisor. You get the gear.

You got the blue sweater. You help me get the gear.

Heads up.

A most pleasant and charming

good day to you, sir.

I am Mr. Charlie, photographer, the babe,

entirely at your service.

You wereexpecting us.

-Thank you. -Excuse me.

-Whoa, look at this place. -Photographic equipment.

Eddie.

We ain't here to nick no bric-a-brac.

We're here for the hit of a lifetime.

You want to be a shoplifter, go to J.C. Penney.

You really think we can get away with this?

No. I'm here because I've got a wild curiosity about the electric chair.

Sorry.

What a gorgeous baby.

You must be so proud.

I'm Mrs. Cotwell.

I am Mr. Charlie.

Shall we begin?

Mr. Francis, if you'll go to the vehicle

and retrieve my light... meter.

Excellent.

I'm going to be rich.

I want individual photos of baby Bink.

Baby Bink? What an absolutely delightful name.

-It's a pet name for Bennington. -Certainly.

I want individual photos of baby Bink,

and then I want a portrait of the two of us.

Whatever you wish, however you wish.

You've photographed the children of a number of my dear friends.

Those pictures are forever appearing in newspapers and magazines.

It is true.

His picture's never been published.

That cannot be.

It's true.

I am sure, in the not-so-distant future,

this little fellow will be very well-known.

I want your very best. I want art.

I want you to set a new standard for beauty in baby photography.

I so welcome the challenge, madam.

And, to that end, may I ask one small favor?

May I have some time alone with the child?

Oh, I need his complete attention.

The great bond between you and your son,

his love for you will distract him.

I need to study his marvelous little features

to learn how best to photograph him.

He does well with persons he is not intimate with?

Does he?

He's a friendly boy, but he may not like--

Excellent!

Madam, if I might make a suggestion?

Your garment du jour,

while extremely magnificent, is so colorful,

I'm afraid it will dominate the photograph,

and detract from your natural beauty.

I knew this outfit was wrong. I'll be back in 15 minutes.

Take all the time you need.

If he gets cranky, read him his book.

How invaluable.

Thank you.

Mr. Andrews, hurry to the attic

-and get the winter wardrobe. -But, madam...

Hurry, Gilbertine.

There you go.

Take the book.

Bink really deserves this moment in the spotlight.

It's too bad that baby pictures don't go on the front page.

Ma'am.

Yeah. Uh!

I've never shoplifted.

Everybody out...

We got to make this fast.

I'm sorry it took so long.

Where's Bink?

Eddie.

-Huh? -You're a smart guy.

How do you tell the front from the back on these diapers?

Are there pockets in the front?

Very funny. The front and the back are the same.

Then it probably don't make no difference.

Put him in them regular baby clothes.

That fruit suit's a dead giveaway that he's a rich kid.

Come on... Good boy. Good boy.

-Ed. -Huh?

How do I know this milk won't burn the kid's throat?

If that matters.

Try it on some skin first.

Ow! Ow! Hot!

What's the matter with you?!

I better let it cool down.

You like that?

Eddie.

- Huh? - Watch the baby.

Very good.

Now see if it works the other way.

It works.

Put him in the bedroom.

The more he sleeps, the less attention he draws from the neighbors.

-And keep an eye on him. -Here you go, kid.

That little doo-doo machine is my retirement money.

All right.

Nappy naptime, little jerk.

Go to sleep real nice,

'cause, uh, Mr. Teddy Bear over here,

he's been up all night drinking with the Barbie dolls,

and he needs his rest.

All right. Drink your milk. Take your nap.

Drink your milk! Take your nap!

-Eddie. -What?

You got any suggestions how you get these things to eat and sleep?

Sing him a song.

Uh...

Uh...

Um... Eddie!

What else did Mary's little lamb do?

Didn't he put Humpty Dumpty back together again?

That was Nat "King" Cole.

Nat "King" Cole stuck his finger in the pie

and yanked out the bird.

How can a lamb put a Humpty together again?

He ain't got fingers.

Norby, knock off the singing and read him his storybook.

If you can.

Want to hear a story?

Let's see here. What do we got here?

"Manny and Baby Boo..."

"...strol-led through...

...the great big...

...de...

...de...

Department.

"...department store.

How many, many things there were to buy..."

Or steal, if I was writing that book.

...or steal, if I was writing this book.

Mrs. Cotwell.

Dale Grissom, FBI. I'd like to ask you a few questions.

You'll have to ask me later. I'm going to look for my baby.

I'd rather you didn't. I need you here.

Don't coddle me, Mr. Grissom.

Mrs. Cotwell, there are five million people in this city

and thousands of places where your boy could be.

Now it would be pointless and dangerous

for you to go out searching for your baby.

Now, I've been through a number of these cases.

I understand how you feel.

Have you ever lost a child?

No, ma'am.

Then you can't possibly know how I feel.

I apologize. But would you stay here?

Please? For your baby's sake?

Okay.

Boo-boo.

Boo-boo!

Great bait action in fresh or saltwater!

Boo-boo! Boo-boo! Boo-boo!

Hi, hi.

Boo-boo! Boo-boo! Boo-boo!

Do you gotta do that?

I like to look nice.

You got to spit?

I don't know about you,

but I don't eat pieces of my body.

What?

What'd I do?

You spit on me!

I did not!

Somebody did. And you're the only one in the room.

You jerk!

Shh! Quiet. You're gonna wake up the baby.

The baby's on the roof!

No, no. No, no.

Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Norby.

Come on, Norby.

Aah!

Eddie!

Ed!

-Hey! -Ed, what happened?

Eddie, are you okay?

People shouldn't leave these things lying around.

What are you doing, dope?

It was in the way.

What happened?

All right. Pick him up.

Eddie! Ed, you're drooling.

Eddie, come on, Ed. Come on. Come on.

Eddie, what happened? Eddie?

What? This way?

Oh, great. That's got to be at least a thousand feet.

Ed, we're going to have to jump.

-We're gonna jump? -Yes.

-On three. Ready? -Okay.

-One, two... -One, two...

-...three! -...three!

-Eddie! -Eddie!

Ed, look... out.

What?

Package.

Where do you want me to sign?

Uh... anywhere is fine.

Have a nice... day.

You old bat.

-Which way? -This way.

Ed!

Are you all right?

How can he be all right?

The guy fell off a building!

He's probably got contusions, concussions, contractions.

What's the matter with you?

Boo-boo.

Okay, just take it easy.

-Eddie, how you feeling? -Eddie, how many fingers I got up?

Two.

Not you. Eddie, say something.

Here, here. Put him here.

Sit down on the bench. Sit down. You okay?

Eddie... Eddie, when we first seen you fall,

our first thoughts were with you and your family, should you not survive.

I prayed, Eddie.

Shut up!

Aah!

All right. Take it easy. Take it easy.

You wanna maybe get to the right of him.

Please, Eddie, come on, we don't want to get a ticket.

-Get to the right, Eddie! Get to the right! -Shut up!

-Go in front of him. -There's a lady in front of you, Eddie.

-I'll jump on the back. -You're making me nuts!

Okay, okay. Don't get crazy.

Just drive. Just drive. I'll tell you.

See that lady?

There he is! I see him! There he is!

We got him. We got him.

-He's gone! We lost him!

Look both ways! Look both ways!

- I think you hit a cat.

There's the bus, Eddie.

-Did you see it? -I see the bus, Norby.

He's getting ahead of us, Eddie. There's the bus again!

Driver, next stop, please.

-Wait! I don't see him. I don't see him.

There's the bus!

-I see the bus! -I'll get him!

Wait! Wait! Stop the bus!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! I forgot something! Stop the bus!

Wait! Wait! Wait! Hello!

Stop the bus!

Stop the bus! Wait! Stop the bus! Hey!

Did a baby get off this bus?

A little guy, about two feet tall.

It's an emergency!

I didn't have nobody today with a baby.

He was by himself!

What?

He must've got off!

Oh, great.

We're through.

-If you didn't park your van on the sidewalk... -Hey. Hey!

...people could get by a lot easier.

If you'd limit yourself to a couple of pork roasts a day,

you wouldn't need to worry about it.

-You heard me.

Some people...

Eddie, how could he get off?

-I seen him. -What?

He's in the big broad's purse.

Yeah, this is Carl in 157.

You know anything about a missing baby?

-Boss! -Yeah, I see her!

How can you miss her? She's as big as a building!

-What do you mean? -Will you stop it?

-How do we do this? -Nonchalant.

We're gonna give her a sandwich.

Listen, listen, we'll give her a sandwich.

She don't need a sandwich. Look at her.

That's my whole point...

Wait. Wait. Wait.

Shut up.

Go for it.

-Uh-oh.

-Eddie?

Get her, Veeko! You got her, Veek!

Get her, Veek! Get her, Veeko!

Get her, Veeko! You got her, Veek! You got her!

You got her. Hang in there. You got her, baby! Come on.

Who's next?

How about you, Mr. Comedy?

"We'll give her a sandwich," huh?

"Big as a building," huh?

Not so easy making jokes with my fist in your mouth, is it?

I'm not afraid of you.

Come on. She's crazy!

Anybody else want to take a shot?

Chicken!

How did you get out of Mother Goose Corner?

So, you got a nasty little surprise for me?

You guys are worthless!

Yeah, right, Eddie. Blame us!

You know, I'm getting sick of your insults.

Then why don't you quit?

Oh, yeah. Let you two have all the money.

What money? The kid is gone!

There you go, my little escape artist.

Now if you were a baby lost in the big city,

where would you go?

-$5.00. -Okay. Here you go.

Thanks.

Oh, thank you.

Mom, baby.

Speculation that a ransom figure

in the millions of dollars was mentioned.

Security is tight around the Cotwell mansion

and at Cotwell Industry Towers downtown.

Ronnie Lee has more on the story. Ronnie.

There's no official word from police, but our sources tell us

that a nine-month-old baby boy was abducted

at approximately 10:00 this morning.

We have confirmed that a photographer and two assistants

from the Downtown Baby Photographers studio

were scheduled to photograph the missing child

at the Wallington Hills estate today.

A spokesman for the photography studio declined to comment.

...extremely tight on the 900 block.

In fact, police and FBI units

have essentially sealed off the area.

Earlier I attempted to reach millionaire Bennington Cotwell

at his downtown office.

Though reporters were turned away,

a reliable source informed us that Cotwell had left by motorcade.

Boo-boo!

The spokesman for the company said that Mr. Cotwell was unavailable.

Whoop!

Hang on a second.

Keep rolling. Okay.

Very careful. They're fragile.

Be sure they don't tip over now.

No, no, don't. Not this one...

Even when what they're looking for is right under their nose.

And, uh... I think that will be too crowded.

Hey!

You know, we're always, like, this close.

Hello.

Hello, is this Mr. Cotwell?

-Yes. Who is this? -My name's Depke. Depke, Joe. Joe Depke.

Yeah, listen, I might have some information

on the whereabouts of that child.

...and cordon off the other end of the street.

Yes, sir. I'll take care of that right away.

We're going to need all you people as witnesses.

-I seen the baby. -Where?

Right across the street on the curb.

-Where'd he go? -Where'd he go?

It's the craziest thing. I don't remember.

Maybe we'll take a little ride. See if you remember then.

-You think it will help? -You want money.

Don't embarrass me. Don't insult me.

Please. Your money's no good here. Put it away.

-Where's the baby? -House across the street.

Second floor.

McCray's. No guarantee.

Listen, mister, I didn't know your kid!

I just saw his picture on TV!

I called because I care!

-Your name's McCray? -Yeah. What did I do?

We're looking for a missing child.

These are my kids.

You don't mind if we take a look?

Hello, ma'am.

Hi.

Sir, in here!

Baby.

You have a beautiful little boy.

Thank you, ma'am.

I'll pray he comes back to you.

These kids are all I've got,

so I know how I'd feel if I was in your place.

I hope you never are...

...for your children's sake.

Sorry we inconvenienced you.

I'll be with you in a second.

I'm sorry for the trouble.

Sir?

I believe in my heart that someone somewhere

watches over the baby.

Yes, I hope so.

You have everything? Are you sure you have everything?

Boo-boo!

I can't believe this!

You know, it ain't the wisest strategy to kidnap a baby,

And then let the damn thing loose on the streets.

Babies crawling in traffic tend to draw attention, don't you think?

To the... to the... to the left, I think. See? The cab!

-Excuse us! -Excuse you?

Got you now, you little...

A-ha!

Aah!

Eddie!

My money!

What, I park in your space?

-Come on. Come on.

-Wait, wait. Wait. Wait for the cars. -Go! Go!

There he is! There he is! Right there!

-Go! No, wait...

-Get back. Okay. Hang on, stay there. -Eddie! Eddie, Eddie!

Go!

Don't go!

Go! Now!

Watch your feet!

-I got a plan. Wait! -Stay there!

OK, I got this. Hang on. One... on three. Two... Two, three. Go! No, wait!

I worked at Burger King three years.

This is worse than that.

Don't blame me. We'd be resting easy

if butterfingers here hadn't lost the kid!

I lost the kid? I lost the kid? That's news to me.

Who put himself to sleep reading the kid's nursery story?

Who left the window open?

That was me.

You idiots are the reason we don't got the kid.

As far as I'm concerned, you can drop out now,

and I'll keep the five million myself.

Frankly, you don't deserve a penny!

-You'd stiff us. -Wait a minute. Wait a minute!

Don't get hot, Eddie. Don't get hot.

We're all just a little tired from getting all torn apart.

Oh, like I like to fall off buildings and jump in ditches.

That's the breaks. We're dealing with a baby.

Babies are obviously more dangerous than we thought.

Go figure, Eddie. They're so small!

When I boxed, the guys I most feared

were the ones who feared nothing.

Babies are like that. They ain't afraid of nothing.

Baby tracks.

Norby.

Boo-boo!

The kid's in the gorilla cage.

There's goes our five million bucks, huh?

No. I think the ape likes the kid.

What?

You got long arms.

Thanks.

I can't reach it, Eddie.

That's it, that's it, that's it. You got it.

Okay. Now tug him over here.

That's it. That's it. Easy does it.

That's it. That's it. Slow, slow, slow.

There we go. Easy. Uh-oh.

That's it. Nice monkey. Nice monkey.

-Yes. Yes. -There you go.

He's starting to cry, Eddie.

He's going to make the monkey mad.

Uh, Eddie. He's getting up.

I'm afraid, Eddie.

Veek, please, please, just stare him down.

Stare him down.

Boo-boo.

That's it. That's it.

Shut up!

Hey, King Kong. Hey. Hey, over here.

I'm a banana.

I'm a coconut.

I'm an entire fruit salad.

Over here. Hey, hey! Look, I'm the jungle boy.

Over here. That's it. That's it.

Now you got it.

I got him.

I got him.

That's a bad monkey. Bad monkey!

Eddie?

Careful, Eddie.

Eddie?

I know you don't want to hear this, but...

...the kid's gone again.

I'll get it.

This morning, all I wanted was my baby's picture in the paper.

I got my wish.

Where's your mommy?

Hey, Eddie, maybe he went down a rabbit hole.

We're serious about our work.

You want to make jokes, join the circus.

Bozo.

Oh!

Step on it, Eddie.

Baby, starboard side.

-Starboard. -What?

-Port. Port, port, port. -What is that?

-Point! Point! -Nine o'clock.

-Where is he? -He's over there. 6:30!

Step on it.

You're ours now, money bags.

Left!

Did baby Bink miss his Uncle Eddie?

Come here!

Get him!

-Did you get him? -No! Come on!

Where'd he go?

He went down a rabbit hole.

Careful those rabbits don't chew your face off, Ed.

Shut up, Veeko. Just shut up!

No problem, fellas. It ain't a hole. It's a tunnel.

And what's every tunnel got?

Ooh! Don't tell me. I know, I know, I know...

It's uh, uh, uh...

Tollbooth at the end.

Are you always this stupid,

or do you do this just to annoy me?

A tunnel has two ends.

This one's here, and the other one's...

-Where? -Where?

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie!

Get him, Norby! Get him!

Don't let him get away!

Here he is, Eddie.

Today ain't your lucky day, eh, shorty pants?

That wasn't so hard.

Beautiful day, huh?

You know anything about that vehicle?

Yes. It belongs to us.

You left the engine running.

Yes. I did.

I've been having ba... ttery trouble.

We just stopped by to admire the beautiful...

...beautiful flo... ow... wers.

Have you guys, uh, seen a baby around here?

The park is full of...

...babies?

Yeah, well, there's been a kidnapping.

Well, that's a crying shame.

It's amazing what people will do for money.

Yeah, for five million...

If we see anything...

Excuse me.

If we see anything, we'll be sure to notify...

Oh...

Ohh...

Ohh...

-Ohh... -What?

Aaah!

Got a bad heart.

Ohh!

Excuse me.

The police.

Thank you.

Walk them to the car.

My entire reproductive system is about to go up in flames.

Is that a Fleetline van?

Eddie?

Is... it?

Yes.

-Yep. -Yes, it is.

I thought so.

My brother drives one of those

for this dry cleaning firm he's with.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. They drive a lot of those.

Louie's had a lot of trouble with his.

And, give me a second, I'll think of what he said

is the problem with the, uh, electrical system.

Alternator?

No.

Carburetor?

No.

There's this little relay thing...

Veeko! Veeko...

I think you should move the van.

I have a frog in my throat.

Okay.

And a brush fire in my undershorts.

Get them out of here!

It's just a bad battery.

I think we should move it before the engine dies.

Yeah, it's just the battery. Let's get out of here.

Move the... Come on. Let's...

You sure can tell summer's here.

People got those barbecues going.

Smells great, doesn't it?

Come on, let's go move the van.

You know, you shouldn't leave your van...

I'll be right with you.

I just have a cramp in my leg.

-Oh! -Take it easy.

Don't panic!

-Eddie! -I got it! I got it!

That's how you put out campfires.

Is that... a fact?

I used to do it in Boy Scouts.

You toasted your marshmallows

over a pile of flaming gonads?

We usually used logs.

Follow that kid!

We'll meet you on the other side.

I'm sorry, man, but it was an emergency.

You were blazing pretty hard...

Shut up!

Oh, boy, Eddie.

You got burned clear through your skivvies.

Baby Bink! It's your mother.

Baby Bink.

I'll kill him. I'll kill him. I'll kill him...

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I haven't forgotten your feelings.

Oh.

My feelings don't matter.

Yes, they do.

They do very much.

The love my baby's gotten has been as much yours as mine.

Probably more.

Where's my little boy?

What's he doing?

If he were home, he'd be going down for his nap.

Uh, I got bad news.

The kid's...

...in there.

No, wait. Okay, Eddie... There's a guard... Eddie, no! Eddie, wait! No!

There's a guard! There's a guard!

He's asleep, you moron.

Where is he? Come on, knucklehead! Where is he? Huh?

Of course.

Where else would you be?

Let's go get him.

Eddie.

Baby, 12 o'clock.

Uh... up there.

We'll be with you in just a minute.

Lingerie, home furnishings, men's hats, babies.

Wait a minute. We passed him.

Exactly, moron. We'll grab him as he goes by.

That's a good plan, Ed. We grab him as he comes by.

You grab him.

-I grab him? -Right.

As the girder comes up,

you jump out on it and grab the baby.

Me? By myself?

You just step out on it. It ain't difficult.

-Why me? -Norby is scared of heights.

Why don't you grab him?

-Nobody asked me! -Oh.

You got him. Careful.

-Okay, okay. -Good.

That's it. Come on. Don't miss it!

I'll get it. I'll get it.

Don't miss it! He's coming.

-I'm not... -All right!

I'm not touching it. There it is!

Go!

Okay, go get him.

-A-ha. -Attaboy, Veeko.

Whoa.

Oh. Oh.

Here he comes. Get him!

How'd he do that?

Baby luck.

Eddie! Help me!

He asked for you, Ed.

He ain't thinking straight.

Don't look down.

What are you doing? Eddie, don't!

Eddie... I'm going to faint!

Didn't I tell you not to look down, huh?

-Pull me back, please! -I'm losing my grip.

Eddie, pull me... Pull me back, please.

-Grab him by the leg. -But I can't...

Grab him by the leg or I'll let you go!

Don't look down.

Okay, we got him, Ed.

There you go. Okay, good. You got him.

Up! Up! Up!

You're going the wrong way!

Up! Up!

Rest on my feet!

I could use a hand here!

Hey, quit being a crybaby! Get up!

Not down. Up! Where you going?

Ahh...

You're doing good.

You got to get back up.

- I'm losing him, Eddie. - Quit fooling around!

-Give me a hand. -Come on in.

Oh, what's the matter with you?

Ed?

Eddie?

Get off of me!

- There he is! - There he is.

Come on! We'll take the stairs.

Ohh...

It's coming back down. Get ready.

Now, jump, jump....

-Okay, I'll wait for another. -Jump. No don't wait, jump! Jump.

Jump!

My... spine.

Huh?

I lived.

Get back up here!

Come here, you little ball of grief!

Now I got you!

You ain't gonna crawl away from this one.

Oww! That hurt!

Ow!

That hurt! Ow!

That's it!

No mercy!

This ain't no nursery school battle of wits anymore.

This is my 5'10" of guile, gut and gristle,

versus your two-and-a-half feet of goo-goos, gagas and giggles!

If the...

If the Milwaukee mob couldn't kill me,

no milk-puking little thumb sucker's

got a candle's chance in a cyclone

of getting the better of me.

Where you going?

Come back here.

This isn't funny anymore.

My money!

Huh?

Huh? Ahh.

-Whoa!

What?

I thought I saw a baby crawl around the corner.

Good night, Donald.

Norby!

Veeko!

Ed! We're down here!

Hey, Ed!

We'd better go before I dry!

Ed, can you see the baby from up there?

Just hang on, and we'll come on up and... I got an idea.

We've got some news.

I don't know if it's good, but it's not bad.

Since the media broke the story, calls have been coming in.

There's was a report of a man looking for a lost baby on a bus this morning.

A baby missing from a department store care center.

Another at 3:00 at the zoo.

Shortly after that, at a downtown park.

And a final report, not long ago, at...

-A building under construction. -Yeah, that's right.

He's doing everything in the book.

I know where he is.

"Before returning home for supper,

Nanny and Baby Boo,

stopped at the old soldier's home to visit Mr. Tinsel."

That's where he is.

Boo-boo.

They're back, Frank.

Six... seven...

...eight... nine... ten.

Come on over.

It's the kid!

On television. The one that... Ah.

Oh. Come on, hon. That's it. Come on.

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, sweetheart.

-Boo-boo! -What?

-What?

Oh, I see. That's nice.

-Boo-boo. -That's not a boo-boo.

That's a clock, a tick tock.

Was there a tick tock in his book?

No.

Well, he's pointing to... He's pointing to...

His boo-boo. He's not pointing at the tick tock.

He's pointing to his boo-boo. He wants his boo-boo.

I thought he was getting a new boo-boo.

He means 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 tick tock to get the boo-boo.

And send for backup.

Boo-boo! Boo-boo!

Hey, Eddie. Sure you don't wanna go check 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 15 pounds of pink flesh with a mouth.

Now, what chance you think we got

of strolling into that alley

and coming out with anything less than 140 years in prison?

-No way. -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 grownups.

-I don't want no kiddie stuff. -We did all right with banks.

Or a convenience store every once in a while. Keep things interesting.

You know, I'll tell you one thing I learned from all this,

I ain't never gonna have any kids of my own.

Yeah. Seeing as you burnt down the only tree in your forest,

I wouldn't worry about it.

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!

Did you hear that?

Yeah.

Know what it sounds like?

Boo-boo, boo-boo, boo-boo, boo-boo.

Boo-boo.

He's back.

You dirty, no-good little 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.

Did I tell you?

The baby's having his picture taken tomorrow.

Say, hello, to Old Willy for me.

I will.