The Boss Baby: Back in Business

Hold all my calls.

You expect me to talk?

I will never betray Planet Earth to you, Emperor Cavemutant Tentaclemouth!

Do your worst!

I've seen every nightmare this galaxy has to--

What the barf is this garbage?

No!

For criminy's sake, Tim. They're not gonna kill you.

Your baby brother likes green beans. Don't you?

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You do like them. Yes, you do!

Eat up.

You have the whole afternoon to play, but I need to see a clean plate, okay?

Make me proud, Timmy. I'm already so proud of you.

Templeton. Templeton.

They're just parents. You should be playing them like a kazoo.

It's easy for you. You like green beans.

Mm! High fiber with a smooth grassy flavor. What's not to like?

-Wait, you could eat my beans. -Mm, sure could.

Mm. Good beans.

-So...? -So, what's in it for me?

What?

-Everything okay in there, boys? -All good, Dad!

I'm happy to eat the beans, but for free?

Was there a fire that burned down the rules of business?

This isn't a business. We're a family. We're supposed to--

I don't live in "supposed-ta." I live in the free market.

It's all business.

Quid pro quo, aka "I doosie, you doosie." I eat your vegetables, you owe me a favor.

What favor? Ah, we'll leave it open. But know this...

I will collect.

Fine. It's a deal.

What?

Are you trying to choke me, you homicidal maniac?

Gotta mash those mammajammas!

- Ready for me to clear plates? -One more minute!

I bought cookies if you're done!

Mashed! I want it pureed so fine, it'll be in my diaper by sundown.

- Okay, here comes the cookie-copter! -Come on, beat it like it owes you money!

Good.

Aww. Who are my two big boys?

I'm gonna play with the baby. We're not doing anything suspicious.

I love you. Bye!

Thanks for covering. I have to check in at the office.

That mean we're even for the green beans?

You know nothing about business.

-You should come with me to the office. -What? Why?

Because we are family.

Can't have my brother ignorant to the art of business. It's embarrassing.

It'll be fun. I promise.

I do like fun.

Do they still have free cookies in the break room?

You are literally eating a cookie right now.

I'm a kid.

Yes, they have cookies.

Be advised, we upgraded the transport chupies.

Do they still work the same way?

-Yes, you suck. -You suck!

Ohh.

Hello, you beautiful Baby Corp. Let's do some business.

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-Yo, family man! -Hey, BB!

Boss Baby! Still looking for those field reports.

-On your desk by Friday. -Outstanding!

Are they always this friendly?

That's not friendliness. It's the halo of success.

Tell me, Templeton, what do I do here at Baby Corp?

You make babies?

Uh, no, the factory downstairs makes the babies.

I make sure the world loves babies.

More than puppies, more than kittens,

babies get ten times more love than the competition.

And you know why?

Uh, I was promised fun and cookies.

Ah, stay with me.

It's because of what I've been trying to tell you. It's all business.

Baby Corp gives the world the cuteness it needs.

And in return, the world gives us what we want. All that love.

Wow, you're great at business. They should let you run Baby Corp.

- I tell myself that every day. -Boss Baby!

Mega Fat CEO Baby.

Good morning, chief!

Who's crushing it? Numero you-oh! Up high! But not really. I'm important and busy.

Great. So we're done here?

Air ball. Ask me why I'm busy.

-I'd rather not. -Why are you busy?

I'm busy because there's a problem out in the field, which is what?

Yeah, your job. Which I guess you're terrible at?

Hey! My brother is great at business.

Oh, that's right. You went off and joined a family.

How's that shaking out?

Oh, it's shaking fine.

Yeah, you know what? My body language don't care.

You wanna bring your man-baby to the office? Okay.

Makes you look unprofessional and weak, but whatevs.

I do appreciate the lecture on professionalism,

-but my man-baby is right. -Can we not call me a man-baby?

Check the board. Babies are the most loved creatures

-on the planet. -Uh-huh, yeah, except...

Magnus, make it zoom and enhance.

Mega Fat CEO Baby wishes to zoom and enhance!

Zip. Looky-looky that. Right in your own town.

An entire neighborhood where they don't just not love babies,

they can't stand babies.

They hate babies? What's the problem? Puppy infiltration?

Worse. A bad baby.

His name is Scooter Buskie. He's just...

...worst baby in the world.

Scooter Buskie--

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- -Scooter Buskie!

- Huh? - Scooter Buskie!

Scooter, no!

- Oh, come on! - Will you please shut your baby up?

What is wrong with that child?

The whole neighborhood hates him. And that's very bad for business.

That poor baby. We should help him.

Oh, aren't you just a peach, high-tops?

I'll take care of this Scooter Buskie.

Uh, yeah, or else. The "else" means I take this matter to my bosses.

The Board of Directors.

And then I get to fire you, so's we clear. We clear, double-B?

Yes.

Sir.

I'm gonna fill my diaper now and never break eye contact.

- -Ooh!

Smell it!

Love you, big guy! Not really.

Mega Fat CEO Baby does not actually love you.

We get to go on a secret mission? You were right. This is fun!

-Now, where are those free cookies? -Later.

We've got a problem baby to deal with. Time to call in the field team.

Jimbo, the Muscle.

Staci, the Wild Card.

The Triplets. They... mostly stay back at the office.

There you are. Honey, he got out again!

-Sorry, everyone. He gets out sometimes. -

Scooter Buskie is a garbage baby.

Maybe he's just misunderstood.

Oh, sorry. I didn't realize your brother was...

...a liberal.

-What? -Shh!

Triplets, I need a diversion. Something special from the R&D department.

-We're helpful! -

Jimbo, deliver the package.

What is it, hon?

It says we won a free baby swing.

Ooh, latest model from Japan!

Japan?

-Super-advanced technology. -Fancy!

Huh. No assembly instructions.

- -Nice work, Jimbo.

Staci, arrange a meeting.

Scooter, why are we having this conversation?

Your job is a no-brainer.

Act cute, Mommy and Daddy give you food and shelter.

-You doosie, they doosie. -

How do we move the needle on this one? Talk to me.

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-What did he say? -Uh...

Assorted things about our mother. Better you don't know.

- -He's a total loss.

We issue a factory recall, take him back to Baby Corp.

Take him away? You can't. I thought we were supposed to help him.

Staci, I like the problem-solving and lack of morals, but the kid's right.

We don't need drastic measures. What have I been teaching you, Templeton?

That I owe you a favor? I lost interest after you promised me cookies.

It's all business. We just need to find out what Scooter Buskie wants.

Buskie, let's do some business.

That was hard cash, you maniac!

Maybe this one goes in the...

-Final offer. -

Bronze shoes, front row tickets to Patty Feltmonster's Wiggling Jug Band,

and we'll throw in Jimbo's personal stuffed companion.

Dr. Fluff-Bum... will always love you.