T.O.T.S.

Let's go!

One, two, three, four!

Great work!

Bark, bark.

"Messin' Around."

Bark, bark.

Look, Pip, a flying puppy.

Puppies can't fly, Freddy.

KC's probably just playing with her.

-What's that, fellas? -KC?

Bark, bark!

I knew it! It is a flying puppy.

Whee!

- - Oh!

It's Mr. Woodbird's nephew, Wilburt.

You are. Pip! Freddy!

I stopped by to see my Uncle Woodbird,

and KC said I could help her take care of the babies.

Bark, bark.

Well, it looks like you're getting flamazing at it.

It's all thanks to the T.O.T.S. Instruction Manual .

It tells you everything there is to know about baby care.

So basically the coolest book ever!

Have you guys read this thing?

Have I read the T.O.T.S. Instruction Manual ?

I know this thing like the back of my flipper.

I can recite every line.

Then you know the part from chapter 9, page 26.

"Before your baby bulldog's nappy…

…play a game to make her happy."

Classic T.O.T.S. Instruction Manual .

And it worked like a charm on little Bailey.

- -If I keep reading this manual, who knows,

maybe someday I'll even get to run a nursery just like KC.

Well, you're in luck because today is that day.

- Today? -That's right.

I've got to bring some baby supplies to my niece Kyla.

So I was hoping you could help finish

getting these last few babies ready for delivery.

You really think I'm ready, KC?

Sure you are.

You love taking care of babies, and the babies love you.

Wilburt.

Besides, we'll be around to help.

Yeah, we're delivering one of these cuties.

A warthog named Wesley.

Slide!

What do you say? Think you can help a koala out?

You can count on me, KC.

Great! I know you'll have no problem

getting these nuggets ready for delivery on time.

Bark, bark. Bark, bark.

Getting these babies prepped might seem like a big job,

but don't worry, Wilburt, you totally got this.

Yeah, I totally do.

'Cause I've got the T.O.T.S. Instruction Manual !

I like this kid.

Now, it says right here…

-So true. -Page 14…

Whee!

Close enough, Fredamingo.

Bye-bye, Bailey.

-Bark, bark. -Bye-bye, Janelle.

- -Bye-bye, giggling mud glob.

Giggling mud glob!

- - Wesley?

How'd you get so muddy, little buddy?

Slide!

Hey! Wait up!

Slide!

I think that's how.

This is bad.

The Instruction Manual says,

"No tot can go on their path till they're fed, napped--

…and have taken their bath."

If the manual says this baby needs a bath, then it's a bath he's gonna get.

Wesley, come back.

Slide!

Wesley!

There's no way you're getting past me.

Huh. I guess there is a way.

Slide!

Runway's all clean, Captain Beakman.

There was so much mud it filled up this whole bucket.

- - Uh-oh!

Slide!

Oh, feathers!

Wesley, no!

Hiya, Uncle Woodbird.

Sorry about the mess.

Yeah. We've been having a little trouble keeping Wesley clean.

I can see that.

Looks like I'd better go get a mop.

Wesley seems to really love mud.

Yeah, he'll follow it anywhere.

He will, won't he?

Hey, Uncle Woodbird, can I borrow this?

-Sure. -Thanks.

Oh, my. Look at all of this mud.

Mud?

Oh, yeah. It's so muddy.

This is the muddiest mud I've ever seen.

Great job, Wilburt.

You led him right to the tub.

Yeah. KC would be so impressed with those baby skills.

- -There.

One squeaky clean baby.

Ready to meet his forever family.

Aw. I think Wesley really wants this mud.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

But we just got him clean.

Okay, Wesley, you can have the mud

as long as you don't play with it until you get home.

Understand?

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

He definitely understands.

Well, if you're sure.

All right, let's bring this baby home.

Oh, no! That's not good.

Slide!

And done.

KC sure will be proud when she sees all the babies were fed, napped and…

…covered with mud?

But we told him not to open the bucket.

The thing about that is… …Wesley's a baby.

And if there's one thing we've learned about babies,

it's that they're super great at being adorable…

…not super great at listening.

Okay, we'll just clean him really quickly.

And then you can deliver him without the mud to slide in.

No slide?

Uh-oh. I've seen those eyes before.

They're-- They're sad baby eyes.

We can't deliver a sad baby.

It says so in the manual.

He's right.

"No ifs, ands, buts or maybes, you must not deliver a sad baby."

But it also says he has to be clean,

and Wesley doesn't seem to like staying clean.

What does it say to do if a baby can't be clean and happy at the same time?

Nothing! There's no chapter on that. Not even one!

Slide?

I don't know what to do.

But I do know I can't let Wesley be sad.

Go ahead, Wesley. Go slide!

Slide! Slide!

I thought if I just followed the manual, everything would work out.

But it didn't.

Maybe I'm just not cut out for baby care after all.

You know, Wilburt, I'm a by-the-book bird myself.

I love reading the T.O.T.S. Instruction Manual more than anything.

It's true.

Pip loves reading the manual even more than I love eating cheese.

And that's a lot.