Ah!

Hey, come on!

You promised!

Try the word password.

Aw, come on, even Dad's not that dumb.

Ah, it can't be that complicated.

Let's just use our heads.

Password clue: Favorite child?

Ooh, ah, ouch.

Sorry, man.

This is awkward.

What the what?

Really?

This moment is so much bigger than me.

I would like to thank my parents and my manager.

Well, if it's not you and it's not me, then who could the favorite child be?

You're just wasting time on us!

Anais!

Who would Dad's favorite child be if it wasn't me or Darwin?

Yes!

What are you doing?

A victory dance!

We cracked the password!

That doesn't matter.

Don't you get it?

Anais is the favorite child.

Yeah, but...

What is that?

It's a sad dance.

Oh, OK.

All right, so here's the plan to get me to be the favorite.

First, we...

Wait, why do you get to be the favorite?

Well, because you're, you know...

Technically, from a biological point of view...

You know.

No, actually, I don't.

Why don't you tell me?

It's because you're already my favorite.

Huh?

Knew it'd work.

Darn you.

Anyway, I'm not the enemy.

Look at her over there acting all innocent.

She knows she's the favorite.

Maybe we're overreacting.

Overreacting?

Dude, they're even finishing each other's sandwiches.

What?

No, sentences.

Sweetie, can I finish your sandwich?

Sure.

See you later.

Sandwiches as well?

Oh, man, this is total sentences!

Ugh, this is so unfair.

Why is she the favorite anyway?

Well, maybe because she's nice to him.

Well, then let's be even nicer.

Oh, I'm gonna make another sandwich.

Please, Dad, sit down. We'll do it.

Wait, even better.

We'll carry you there.

No, wait, I can't. Wait, wait, please put me...

Quick, put him in his chair.

Oh, sorry, Mr. Dad.

And sorry for keeping you waiting.

Here you go.

And all you can eat is the sandwich.

I already served it.

Well, of course you deserve it.

Here, let us help you.

I think he's trying to say something.

Oh, sorry.

It's a bit dry.

Here, have some mayo.

Dude, he's choking.

Ah!

Do the Heimlich Maneuver!

I can't.

He's too fat!

That's not a very nice word.

He's got too much personality.

Come on!

Three, two, one.

Dad, we're sorry about the sandwich thing.

So we ran you a bath.

But I don't need a bath.

Oh, don't be silly.

Just try it.

I don't know.

All these candles and the water in the floor doesn't seem...

Hot, hot.

Ah!

Ah, finally, some peace and quiet.

So, remind me again how this is supposed to work?

It's easy.

We put him in a perilous situation and then save him.

Then we become his favorites.

Oh, that makes sense.

Pass me the diversion device.

Don't worry, Dad. We'll save you!

Ah, this isn't working.

We need to take another approach.