Babar

Hi, Papa.

Uncle Arthur.

Mama, Mama.

Arthur, Zephir!

What a lovely surprise.

The children will be thrilled to see you.

Gain way!

Ah, there's nothing like the excited, enthusiastic,

openly affectionate greeting of--

small children.

What's in the box?

Is it a gift for us?

What did you bring us?

What is it?

Children.

Huh?

Do you want your Uncle Arthur and Zephir

to think you only care about the gifts they bring?

You don't want to hurt their feelings, do you?

I'm sorry.

Uncle Arthur, Zephir.

We're happy to see you, and it doesn't matter if you

brought us anything or not.

Presenting Arthur's latest, greatest invention.

Ha, ha, ha!

Bob.

Bob?

I am Robo Bob.

You can call me Bob.

Wow! - A robot!

A robot!

This is a great!

Hello, Pom.

Hi, Bob.

Hello, Flora.

Hello, Alexander.

Hi, Bob.

Hello, Isabelle.

Oh, my.

There, there, baby.

Let us do many things together.

Let us have much fun.

Wow!

This is great!

Arthur, you've outdone yourself.

Thank you, Babar.

But Zephir helped me all the way.

I never could have outdone myself myself.

So, Pompadour, Cornelius, what do you think of Bob?

The-- the robot's very cute.

It's a very nice toy for the children.

Cute?

Nice toy?

This is a sophisticated, complex piece of engineering.

Sire, we simply must get back to work now.

Not before we give you a demonstration

of what my robot can really do.

But-- but, Babar, there's no time.

We have to prepare for this afternoon's committee meeting,

and then there's the planning session after that.

Arthur and Zephir have gone to a great deal of trouble.

That's right.

We've been in the lab for weeks.

For months.

For days.

Uh, that is, four weeks, four months, and four days.

Wow!

Look at my room!

It's so neat.

It looks like somebody else's room.

Well?

Cornelius, Pompadour?

Now what do you think of Bob?

Cornelius?

Pompadour?

They left a little while ago.

They said they had important work to do.

It couldn't wait.

Ah.

What?

Babar.

Pompadour and Cornelius have never taken us seriously.

They think that I'm just a crazy eccentric.

Now, that's not true.

Pompadour and Cornelius are just a little preoccupied,

that's all.

We could use our own Robo Bob.

Sire?

Sire?

I'm sorry, but I really do have to go.

Arthur, you're a brilliant, world-class inventor.

If Pompadour and Cornelius think they can treat us like this,

they're making a big mistake.

A big, big mis--

Shh!

Huh?

I think I know how to make Pompadour and Cornelius

take us seriously from now on.

Yeah, me too.

I think.

Phew.

What are we laughing at?

Nothing really.

It's just what inventors do sometimes.

Document. BABAR: Signed.

Stamped.

Sorted.

Filed.

Document.

Signed.

Stamped.

Sorted.

Filed.

Document.

Signed.

Stamped.

Sorted.

Cornelius?

Cornelius, are you all right?

Oh, I--

I'm sorry.

It-- it's nothing.

I-- I'm just a little, uh--

filed.

Tired?

You too?

Sit down and rest, Cornelius.

B-- but, Babar, there's still so much work to do.

He's right, sire.

We can't stop now.

Tired, tired, tired.

Oh, my tusks.

I don't want anyone getting sick, Pompadour.

We really could use some help.

Have no fear.

We are here.

And we're proud to present Arthur's latest, latest,

greatest, bestest invention.

Presenting-- Bob Junior.

Hello, Babar.

I am Robo Bob Junior.

You can call me Bob Junior.

I will help you around the office.

Oh, my tusks.

Don't be ridiculous, Arthur.

A toy like this, no matter how large it is,

could never do the kind of work that--

I am not a toy.

I am a sophisticated, computerized,

mechanized executive assistant.

And now for a demonstration of Bob Junior's

amazing abilities, capabilities, and facilities.

Sire, we have no time for this.

Well, there's no harm in watching, Pompadour.

We need all the help we can get.

Good thinking, Babar.

Let us go to work.

Ah!

Oof!

Fantastic.

Arthur, what your robot has done in the last five minutes

would have taken us all day.

Isn't that right, Pompadour?

Cornelius?

Uh-- perhaps.

Well.

Ah-- acho!

Bless you.

Bless you.

We really showed them, didn't we, Zephir?

Yeah.

But now they know they made a big mistake, a big, big mis--

Shh!

Whoa!

Children, what's wrong?

Well, last night we were having

so much fun playing with Bob, we forgot

all about doing our homework.

So we let Bob do it.

I don't think you should let Bob do your homework.

You'll never learn that way.

We know.

It was wrong.

We won't do it again.

Especially since Bob's not very good at homework.

What?

Bob didn't get a single answer right.

And now we have to tell Dad.