[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]

Eight semesters later.

[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!