The Boss Baby: Back in Business

Hold all my calls.

Big day. You ready for this?

You're never ready to meet the Board of Directors, Templeton.

You just hitch up your diaper and pray to whatever gods of business you serve.

- Boo! - Ah! Templeton!

Stress breaker.

Unsuccessful. But thank you.

I'll see you after my big promotion.

Next stop, CEO.

Boss Baby!

Your Boardly Eminences.

Let us speak of business and be profitable.

There is a void at Baby Corp.

We stand without our chief executive officer.

New CEO? I suppose we do need one of those.

You thwarted the evil of Bootsy Calico.

You delivered this corporation from certain ruin.

Just doing my job, spectacularly.

This board can envision no one more qualified than you...

Oh, stop.

...to introduce our new CEO.

I accept... Wait. Did you say introduce the new CEO?

Yes.

Not be the new CEO?

Why would we say that?

You're not the new CEO.

- Really? - Yes.

- Can I get a moment to... - No.

It gives me great pleasure to introduce a real up-and-comer

from the Research and Development Department.

Anyway, meet your new boss.

Synergy, mobility, idea-ing, leadership, followership. Baby Corp.

Oh, come on. What does any of that even mean?

Tomorrow's baby is today.

Welcome Turtleneck Superstar CEO Baby!

What is tomorrow?

- Tuesday. - Tomorrow is today waiting to happen.

- Awesome! - I understand it.

That just blew my baby mind.

And today is yesterday's future, and the future is now.

I'm sure some of you are wondering who I am. "Why is she CEO?"

I'll tell you why.

Because this job isn't about kissing butts or stabbing backs.

It's about making the impossible inevitable.

Babies. Cute to look at? Sure.

Fun to snuggle? Mm. Yes.

- Pleasant to smell? - No.

But our one great flaw is no more.

Stinkless Serum.

A revolutionary breakthrough in baby technology.

No matter how stinky the baby...

...with one single dose...

...bad smells go bye-bye for good.

No sour milk spit-up, no diaper fumes, no nothing!

Just imagine the effect on baby love.

I give you...

Stinkless Serum!

No way.

Stinkless Serum is this company's rocket ship,

and it only flies one way:

futureward.

Can you believe that?

- Finally, no more diapers. - Still need those, big guy.

Sorry you didn't get the job, sir. You okay?

Stinkless Serum, Stace. She earned the job.

So I just accept it and...

I hate cookies!

Ah!

There you are. That took forever! Where have you been?

It's not where I've been, Templeton. It's where I'm going. Nowhere.

- What happened? - I don't wanna talk about it!

Hey, come on, we're brothers. We can trust each other with everything.

She's here!

Tim, bring the baby down!

Timmy!

Gigi!

So, this is the new guy.

Gigi is what we call Dad's mom. She's our grandma.

Why is the baby in a suit?

Yeah, he cries if we put him in anything else.

And you just let him boss you around like that?

- Janice does. - What?

How does he even get the tie on?

- Baby, no. - Oh, really?

Somebody does think he's the boss of the house.

Yeah, maybe he's running a secret business out of his crib.

Ha!

That Tim Templeton imagination.

Learn from your brother's example, kid.

I worked in a steel mill for 35 years, and I can tell you,

the last thing the world needs is another boss.

You wanna go toe-to-toe with your Gigi, tiny?

- Come on! - He's just a baby!

Okay, Mom, let's go get your luggage.

What is wrong with you? That's our Gigi.

And what kind of grandmother goes by "Gigi"?

"Grandma," "Nana," "Nona," "Baachan," "Ya-Ya."

Those are the accepted terms of endearment for...

Seriously, what happened at work?

The board picked someone else for the CEO job.

I peaked before I even grew my second tooth.

It's gonna be okay. You and me are still a team, right?

And Gigi's here.

Trust me on this one. Grandmas make everything better.

- How long are you staying? - All week.

Your father and I both have a round of job interviews.

For the same job. So one of us is definitely getting it.

I bet I know which.

But I don't like playing favorites. It's your dad.

So, while Mom and I are jumping through hiring hoops,

you boys get to whoop-de-do with your Gigi.

Come on, Mom, let's get you settled in the baby's room.

- Uh, say what? - Gigi's gotta sleep somewhere, kiddo.

So where's the baby supposed to sleep all week?

Wait!

You roommates get settled.

We've gotta get the baby's room Gigi-friendly.

I find any stray neckties, I'm burning them.

Please don't light fires in our house.

I won't be tamed, Janice.

I hate everything about this day.

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

I just wasn't expecting a roommate.

I like having my own place for my own private stuff.

So when it's my problems, you're all, "Brother, brother, brother, no secrets."

But the moment it intrudes

on your inner sanctum of secret dinosaur toys...

Nobody said this was dinosaur-related!

Uh-huh. This is weird, right? It feels weird.

It's just one week, and then we get our own rooms back.

We're still brothers.

Just maybe we don't have to share everything.

Fine. Maybe I'll just hit the office,

see how things are settling in under the new chief jerk face.

Boss Baby, please report to the CEO's office immediately.

Gah! They can read my thoughts!

I take it I'm fired.

Fire is for roasting marshmallows. Are you a marshmallow?

I believe I am not. Should I be?

Job. Your team, top secret, highest importance.

You've heard of Stinkless Serum?

It's possible we all saw a huge light show about it, like, two hours ago.

It is real. It works.

One problem. This is it.

You don't like the color?

I mean, that's literally all the serum we have.

One vial.

We cracked the formula by accident,

or as I call it, "coincidental innovation."

Simmons, how long were you wearing this diaper?

Um, two weeks.

Success! Show me the chemical formula.

I was drawing choo-choos.

R&D babies, very smart,

but still babies. Not great at taking notes.

Spectacular trains, though.

Can we re-crack the formula?

- Uh... - Undoubtedly. When? Mystery.

So, until then, this vial isn't safe here.

If word gets out, all our enemies will be coming after it.

And if Bootsy Calico could break in here...

Anyone could.

Spies everywhere. We need the serum off-site.

With you, man in the field. Can you keep it safe?

- I can find a place... - La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.

Tell no one. Not me, no. I don't want to know.

Secure, secret. Field-team babies only.

Absolutely. And Tim, of course.

Your brother? Not a baby. He stays out the loop.

Ma'am, I trust Templeton implicit...

Can we talk about the future?

Uh, I believe you said it's a rocket ship.

deliver Stinkless Serum.

Legacy, done. After that, I have no interest in running this company.

- Which means... - We'll need a new CEO?

Maybe even a certain VP of field operations,

if he can really show me something.

I still don't feel comfortable leaving my brother out...

Don't answer with your mouth. Answer with your future.

We're still brothers.

Just maybe we don't have to share everything.

I'm in.

Hold it tight, Boss Baby. The future is now in your hands.

- Where you gonna hide it, boss? - I don't know yet.

We need this out of sight, ASAP.

The longer it's in the open, the more dangerous for all of us.

Spies everywhere.

When I was in daycare,

we used to take field trips to this abandoned missile silo,

and I know for a fact you can lose a whole person in there.

Ha! Try to take my blankie, Brayden.

No missile silos.

Incoming. Scatter!

Oh, right, roommates.

You wanna still play here or... ow!

This is my room. What is wrong with you?

Not everyone's as sweet as you, Timmy.