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Hello there.

I'm Ryan Reynolds.

Yeah, hmm.

That Ryan Reynolds.

I'm a film actor,

occasionally I dabble
in television

and other industries.

I'm also a father.

But I'm ready to move on
from all of that crap.

So what's next?

Wildlife, that's what.

Nope, not these blowhards.

They don't need my help.

I'm here for these guys.

Nature's benchwarmers.

I'm talking grade-A freaks

and their freakin' bizarre,
weird, freakshow lives.

Get ready for the Underdogs.

♪ I wanna be your underdog ♪

These guys are
the grossest, weirdest...

♪ I'm not number one,
but I'm second to none ♪

...the most unlikely stars
in the great movie of life.

♪ Heroes are overrated
when you are the outlaw ♪

Now it's their time to shine.

♪ Cuz I wanna be
your underdog ♪

Wherever there is
blatant mischief,

wherever there is
abject cowardice,

wherever there is unbearable
sexual tension...

that's where you'll find
the underdogs.

You tell 'em, Green Day.

♪ I'm not a loser ♪

♪ I'm not a loser ♪

♪ I wanna be your underdog ♪

I'm Ryan Reynolds.

♪ I wanna be your underdog ♪

And I endorse these weirdoes.

Wow.

The miracle of birth.

The sound design
is a bit much. Oof.

Can't imagine what
the closed-captioning

would be on this.

For the youngster,
this is the start

of a life
of limitless possibility.

And for the parent,
the formation of a bond

more powerful than
any force on--

Wait, wha--? Where's she going?

N-n-n-no!

Where is she going?

Don't worry. She's coming back.

I'm pretty sure.

I have no i--she's probably
not coming back.

But I'm hopeful.

I'm not hopeful.

But before you judge,
being a parent is super hard.

Suddenly you're responsible
for a tiny, helpless life-form,

and it's frankly terrifying.

If you're searching for a guide
on how to do it right,

look no further than
Mother Nature's underdogs.

Because no matter
how terrible you are,

you can't be as bad as them.

The first challenge for parents
is finding a suitable nursery,

and these barnacle geese are
willing to travel a long way

to find the perfect spot.

As a new parent,

people always tell you
to follow your instincts.

And instinct has led these guys
here, to Greenland.

Sure, it's a barren land
of rocks, ice and darkness.

But geese have been coming here
to raise kids

for thousands of years.

It worked for their parents,

so Larry and Joan
are gonna give it a go.

Larry has found them
an awesome nest site.

Just out of reach of predators.

And the view?

Well, that's to die for.

There's really just
one tiny thing.

Minuscule, really.

Larry's nest,

where his tiny, flightless
chicks will be born...

...is approximately
800 feet off the ground.

Oh, and there's
one other thing.

It's hardly worth mentioning.

There is a risk
of the occasional

avalanche/flood combo.

It's a flavalanche,
if you will.

At this point,
some parents might question

their choice of home.

But not these guys!

They've laid their
four precious eggs

right on top of this
razor-sharp precipice.

Larry!

Classic first-time parent.

♪ You've got to accentuate
the positive ♪

But instinct told him to find
the highest spot for his nest.

And instinct can
never be wrong.

Right?

♪ Don't mess with
Mr. In-Between ♪

So, your nursery is prepared,
and the baby will soon be here.

It's a great time to start your
search for suitable childcare.

You just gotta be careful
who you choose to babysit.

Welcome to Penang, Malaysia.

These reprobates are
a troop of dusky langurs.

They left the jungles behind
and moved into the city.

But you know what they say,

you can take an animal
out of the wild,

but you can't take the wild
out of the animal.

But not everybody's
misbehaving.

This first-time mother has
put aside her days of hedonism

to focus on her newborn.

Oh, oh, and before you ask,

she did not get overly friendly
with an orangutan;

all baby langurs are orange
for the first few months.

Now the time has come to
introduce her precious infant

to the rest of the family.

There's one thing
that these guys like

more than all-out anarchy.

It's babies.

♪ Crazy ♪

♪ I'm crazy for
feeling so lonely ♪

You know the feeling
when all your relatives

wanna come around
and hold the baby

with their unwashed,
germy hands?

Well, if you think
you got it bad,

just be grateful
you're not a langur.

♪ Crazy for tryin' ♪

'Cause when I say
they love babies,

I mean they really love babies.

Like obsessed.

♪ ...for loving you ♪

♪ ...for loving you ♪

Just baby, baby, baby.
All the time, baby.

Baby-grabbing maniacs.

When they get a whiff
of that new baby smell,

mom's got zero chance
of keeping a hold of him.

Uh, they know to support
the head, right?

While most parents step in

when an irresponsible
horde of relatives

starts manhandling
their newborn,

this mom is having
something of an epiphany.

Learning a lesson
every new parent must:

it's okay to take
a little time for yourself.

I'm talking to me right now,
not you.

Even when that means passing

your precious little nugget
off to grandma.

Hey, grammy!

She may be a little much,

and thinks she knows best
all the time.

But free childcare is, in fact,
free childcare,

so, whatever gets mom
a little me time, right?

What could possibly go wrong?

Well, grandma passes him to...
I think that's Uncle Mike.

Didn't know he was
out on parole.

And Uncle Mike passes him
to whoever that is.

Doesn't seem totally
trustworthy.

Probably on a watchlist.

But all mom sees is the chance
for some sweet, sweet freedom.

But then, whoever that is
crosses a line.

When I say crosses a line,

I mean literally
carries the baby

across a high-voltage
power line.

I mean, what the

is natural selection
doing all day?

Right?

And mom decides that's enough
family bonding for today.

And goes to get her baby back.

For langurs, it takes a village
to raise kids.

But every parent
has their limit.

Boundaries, Uncle Mike.

Boundaries.

So, you've got
the nursery

and the childcare sorted,
that's great!

But kids are expensive.

So unless you've got
a very old, very rich relative

about to kick the bucket,

you're gonna need a plan
on how to pay for it all.

In order
to manage a home efficiently,

many a housewife keeps track
of the family's money

and plan its spending
and saving.

You mean a budget?

Sounds impressive.

You know
who is excellent

at balancing the books?

Harvest mice.

Yeah, not my first guess
either. Not my 50th.

Mrs. Ticklemouse here
has got eight babies,

hidden away in her
cozy nest of grass.

And she knows exactly
how much she needs to gather

to make sure they're
warm and well fed.

Oh, jeez!

Oh, National Geographic,
you little vixen,

that scared the...

Well, don't worry, she's fine.

She's gonna get up
any second now.

You see, there, she's moving.

Oh, I get it,
it was a misdirect.

R.I.P.

Meet the real experts
at accounting,

Mr. and Mrs. Burying Beetle,

plus their entourage
of hitchhiking mites,

who aren't in this section

but are too gross
not to acknowledge.

♪ In the cool of the evening ♪

♪ When everything is gettin'
kind of groovy ♪

Right now, I'm afraid to say

that they're doing the no-pants
dance on Mrs. Ticklemouse.

Wait.

National Geographic, you guys
devoted a whole channel

to Mother Nature, and it's just
absolutely disgusting.

Mmm.

And like nature's
nastiest undertakers,

having made sweet, sweet love
on the corpse,

they then bury it.

Because... gross.

And why do they do this?

Because the body of Mrs. T will
provide all the resources

their growing family needs
to support itself,

if they budget properly.

Mrs. Beetle lays
the exact number of eggs

that they think the corpse
can sustain.

And three days later,
they hatch,

into these adorable
bundles of joy.

Mom and dad get to work
feeding them,

by--mmh--regurgitating
Miss--huh--

Mrs. Ticklemouse

directly into...
into their mouths.

I can do this, I can do this,
I can do this, I'm a big boy.

A little heads up
would have been nice.

I don't really see any
terrible parenting here.

I see attentive parents,
plenty of food,

lots of skin-to-skin contact,

you know, this is
textbook stuff.

I mean, you don't throw rocks
from glass houses.

But there's a problem.

These little tikes
have gotten greedy.

There's only so much of
Mrs. Ticklemouse's fetid corpse

being masticated
and then regurgitated

into your child's welcoming
mouth to go around.

Luckily mom and dad have
a way to get the budget

back on track.

And I'm afraid to say,

well, it's eating
their own children.

Starting with the greedy ones.

Which weirdly doesn't
bother me that much,

I don't know why
that one... mm-mm.

If it seems extreme,

that's because it, well, it's,
it is, it's, it's extreme.

But with one less
mouth to feed,

the other kids have
a better chance at survival.

And their parents might even
be able to afford college.

Does it count as
good parenting?

I'll let you decide.

So how's Larry
facing up to the prospect

of first-time fatherhood?

He's literally
crapping himself.

It's happened to many
a new father.

Fortunately, Joan is a natural.

She's been sitting on their
clutch of four eggs

for 10 days now,

lovingly turning them
every hour,

keeping them warm and safe,

despite Larry's questionable
real estate decision.

But Joan is hungry.

So, while she pops out
to feed...

...Larry is in charge.

Larry, whom she trusts
implicitly.

I mean, how hard could it be?

All he has to do is guard the
eggs for a couple of minutes

while Joan is away.

You're doing great, Larry.

You got this.

You stick with it.
And yep, he's gone.

This is probably not good.

Larry?

Larry, come back!

Yes! Yes!

Oh, come on, Larry. No.

You dumb bag of.

Oh, scrambled eggs!

What an idiot.

I thought the whole point
of this insane location

was to protect them
from predators.

Unfortunately for Joan,
and my mom in real life,

geese mate for life.

So she's stuck with him.

And so are his chicks.

Welcome to the world,
little guys.

Mom and dad are gonna
take care of you.

Love you, feed you,

introduce you to the world.

Well, that was wildly
irresponsible.

And wherever that chick is, uh,
it's no doubt thriving.

Okay, no one's defending

accidentally kicking
your kid off a cliff.

But the stats say
a 50% survival rate

that's, is pretty decent
for a barnacle goose.

I mean, if Larry were a human,

I mean, he'd be rotting
in jail, of course.

♪ You've got to accentuate
the positive ♪

Let's just hope he doesn't make
any more mistakes.

♪ ...the negative ♪

♪ Latch on to the... ♪

Don't put off weaning

just because it's messy.

The sooner you start,
the less trouble you'll have.

The next major
milestone a parent faces

is weaning.

But while some of us
spend hours

prepping nutritious offerings

perfect for delicate
little tummies,

some parents have other ideas.

This is Kimmy.

She has one of the smallest
brains relative to size

of any mammal.

It's the size
of an underdeveloped walnut.

But that's okay, that's okay,

because most of the time she
only has to do three things:

eat leaves,

uh, digest them,

and sleep...

for 22 hours a day.

That is aspirational,
by the way.

But due to a wild
tequila-soaked night

a while back--I'm kidding,
koala's don't drink tequila.

I think, but it would explain
the rampant STDs.

Kimmy now has
another thing to do:

take care of this little
baby walnut brain.

And after a few months
in the pouch,

it's time for
his first solid meal.

♪ If you go down
in the woods today ♪

♪ You're sure of
a big surprise ♪

♪ If you go down
in the woods today ♪

♪ You'd better go in disguise ♪

But Kimmy, she doesn't bother
with spoon-feeding

or finger food.

She's been preparing
something very special

for baby's first meal.

And if you thought regurgitated
Mrs. Ticklemouse was bad,

just wait.

Junior just has to put his head
down and prepare to eat...

mm-hmm, yep.

Mm, that is...
Okay, that's poop. Yep.

♪ Today's the day the
Teddy Bears have their pic- ♪

Apparently that's a bit graphic
for National Geographic?

But I'm told there's a method
to this madness.

Eucalyptus leaves are toxic

and would kill her
little junior, big time.

But mommy's little gift has
a secret ingredient.

Kimmy's "baby food" actually
contains a special bacteria

that can digest the toxins

that will give junior
the best start in life.

Just maybe don't
try it at home.

Human baby food may also
look like poop,

but I assure you it's not.

I mean, I mean, it's, it's,
it will be turned into poop,

but no, you know, you don't--

that's what diapers are for.

You can see how
completely we depend on others

when we're very small.

Of course, as we grow older,

most of us begin to strike out
for ourselves,

we begin to develop something
called self-reliance.

So there comes a time

when kids must learn
to go it alone.

And equipping them with
the life skills they need

is a tall order for any parent.

So this meerkat mom
of tw-tw-twenty?!

She doesn't bother.

Because the beauty of having so
many kids is that the siblings

can teach each other
the ropes, right?

My brothers were amazing
with rope.

Oh, they knew
all kinds of knots.

Anyway, yep, they seem
perfectly well adjusted.

Next to go through mom's
school of hard knocks

is four-week-old Olin,

and he's about to get
the shock of his life.

For the past month,
mom has been nurturing him

and taking care
of his every need.

But it's time to confront
reality, junior.

You're a man now.

Mom's ripping off the Band-Aid

and leaving his education
to his brothers and sisters.

Which I can tell you
from personal experience,

well, that's a terrible idea.

Lesson one,
choosing the right friends.

Olin needs to learn to pick out

the right kind of pals
to play with.

Well, this guy looks friendly.

Friendly.

Nope, not Barry.

Don't, no, no,
don't mess with that guy.

It's all going great.

Until his older brother does
what older brothers do:

gets you into major trouble.

Is mom gonna offer
any guidance at this point?

No.

Fortunately, they soon realize
this is not someone

that you want to play tag with.

It's just another thrilling and
slightly traumatic adventure

with your brother that mom
will never, ever hear about.

Let's call that a B+.

Lesson two, finding food.

Basic technique for this
is digging for grubs.

And I've seen Lion King.

But if you thought
Olin's brother was bad,

his sister James is
about to introduce him

to a face full...

of scorpion.

She'll probably laugh about it
with her friends later,

while you sit in therapy,
you know,

reenacting the whole thing
with crude sock puppets.

Surely mom's gotta step in now,

there's no way that
she's gonna let--

Okay, not a chance.

I guess pain is, you know, it's
part of the learning process.

Bravo, Olin!

This report card might just
make it to the fridge.

Lesson three, stranger danger.

If there's one thing meerkats
need to learn above all else,

it's looking out for danger,

especially from above.

All the other kids
head back to the den.

But Olin hasn't realized
the lunch break is over.

The only one left is mom.

Will she finally step in now?

I mean, there are literally

so many heroic options
available here;

you fight the hawk,
you could run to his rescue,

throw yourself
in the path of danger.

Well?

That's it?

That was definitely
the bare minimum.

Okay, it's effective, but
you know, a little phoned in

if I'm being honest.

At least Olin ran away
in the end.

But he's still alive, so

I guess we can call it a pass.

You little coward.

And for all those
helicopter parents out there,

learn from the underdogs.

A bit of healthy disinterest,

a dash of questionable
sibling oversight,

and your kids learn
self-sufficiency fast.

Okay, we're gonna
check back in on Larry,

a barnacle goose
in the doghouse.

Larry's two surviving babies,

which is a disturbing
sentence to say,

they're just
a day and a half old.

So, Larry and Joan,

they're going to stay
right where they are.

No? Oh. No, they're leaving.

They're leaving.

They're definitely go--
they're gone.

Easy if you have
fully grown wings.

But the chicks have to find
a different way

of getting to ground level.

There's just one small problem:
the 800-foot drop.

No flight feathers
equals high likelihood

of plummeting to your death.

Starting as a baby chick and
ending as a blood-soaked rock.

Or does it?

Let's go out
to the edge of the cliff.

Ahh!

Whoops, there he goes.

For most of us,
the fall would be a bad thing,

but for these geese
that's a calculated risk.

Science has worked out
chicks have to jump

between 36 and 72 hours old.

Any earlier, they don't
have enough fluff

to slow their fall.

Any later, and their bones
are too hard and brittle

to survive the impact.

Okay, science, over to you.

I hope you know
what you're doing.

Uh-oh!

No, no, no, no, no, oh.

Well, that...

Oh, that was brutal.

Oh, no, he does seem
to be okay.

Oh! Yikes.

You know, 25% is nothing
to be ashamed of. Mm-mm.

Okay, little guy, it's all you.

You got this.

Just because your siblings met
a horrible, graphic demise

doesn't mean that
you're doomed, too.

From what I know
about base jumping,

which is, you know,
almost nothing,

this is good, I think
he's got a real shot here.

Left a bit.

Ah, left, left a bit, left
a bit, left a bit, left a--

Okay, hold that.

Hold that, hold that,
hold that.

Oofff!

Not ideal, shake it off,
shake it off.

No, no, no, no, that's--oofff!

Yeah, you gotta stick
that landing.

Nope, that's hard to watch.

Okay, we're on the snow.

And we're still going.

Still going.

And still going.

Is he even alive?

These shows are expensive,

so we'll do
the moment of silence later.

Oh, look!

He did, in fact, survive.

No thanks to father of the year
over there.

Don't worry, you'll grow
to have a more nuanced

and advanced sense
of resentment

in many years to come.

I'm not gonna defend
Larry's parenting choices,

he's a reprehensible father,

uh, but frankly,
his last chick is alive,

not because of him,
but, you know, despite him.

But at least
it still has its parents,

which is more than
we can say for some.

So, we're back to where
we started.

With the parent who wins the
prize for the least effort--

wait, there's a prize for that?

Oh.

Of course that's not counting
all of the absentee fathers.

The Thomson's gazelle,
heading out who knows where

as soon as her tiny offspring
exited her birth canal.

Well, now the moment
of reckoning has come.

The moment when
her innocent little calf

will have to face
the consequences

of mom's lazy-ass
approach to motherhood.

There are so many ways
it could be eaten.

He could be chased down
and, and disemboweled.

Shredded to ribbons.

You don't even want to know
what she'd do to him.

Or worse, be ruthlessly
dismembered by jackals.

To those of you still
traumatized by Bambi,

I am sorry.

Me and my team are
working relentlessly

to find the hunter, uh,
who shot Bambi's mom

and bring him to justice.

Oh, the slow motion,
no, no, no, no, no.

The sad, dramatic music.

I think Junior's about
to meet Bambi's mom.

But wait, who's this?

You see, as we learned from
Mrs. Ticklemouse's sad demise,

Mother Nature is nothing if not
a master of the misdirect.

It's true that mom here
wandered off,

left her newborn baby alone,

surrounded by
serial baby-eaters,

which is weirdly the name
of my first band.

But it's because she didn't
want to draw attention to him.

Truth is, she was always
watching from afar.

So when the jackals
do find the baby,

she can go from
lazy-ass to kick-ass

in 0.3 seconds.

Because that's
the thing about parents.

We're not always perfect.

We make mistakes.

Sometimes we seem
downright terrible.

But at the end of the day,

when it really matters,
we've got this.

And she's gone again.

Are you kidding me?!

I'm not mad, I'm--
no, I'm just disappointed.

Oh, I sound like my mother.

Hi, Tam-Tam.

One of the most
interesting

of all mother animals
is the opossum,

who carries her litter
of babies with her

wherever she goes.

She needs
healthy boundaries.

Sometimes
one or two do fall off,

but they usually find
their way back to mother

and the other babies.

Not if you run
faster than they can.

Sometimes the
opossum hangs by her tail.

Probably trying
to shake a few off.

But soon
they all settle down

for a quiet nap.

Ohh, finally. Peace.