Elena of Avalor

More huevos rancheros, mi amor?

No, I better not.

We have to judge the Avalor Bake-Off later,

so I need to eat light.

Light, abuelo? Ha! Not even Mateo

could make food disappear that fast!

Good morning!

Morning, family!

Good morning, mijita.

You're in a good mood.

That's because Migs is finally coming back

from his trip to Vallestrella.

And I hear he has a big surprise!

- Ay. I hate surprises! - Surprise!

Case in point.

Doña Paloma!

What brings you by so early?

Well, as Mistress of Ceremonies

for today's Bake-Off, I need to make sure

everything is ready.

Even if Lady Yolanda will almost surely

win it all again.

I don't know about that.

There's a new pastry chef

who could shake things up this year.

And who, may I ask, is that?

Our very own Armando.

Armando?!

Uh, you called?

You bake?

Oh. Yes. My abuela Josefina

taught me everything I know.

She's the reason I'm entering the competition.

I want to make my abuelita proud.

- Ugh! - Oh, how sweet!

Oh...

I still remember helping her bake cakes

for all the children in our village.

And if the children in your village

were judging the Bake-Off,

you would still lose to Lady Yolanda.

No one speaks to Armando like that but me!

I hope you save your appetite, eh?

Because you will be eating your words

when Armando wins the Bake-Off.

Oh ho, ho, ho, ho.... Esteban.

You may have had the first laugh, Doña Paloma,

but Armando will have the last!

My goodness! This is a work of art, Armando!

Well, thanks, Chancellor,

but I'm a little worried about the frosting.

Oh, I'm sure it's delicious.

Well? What do you think?

It needs a little, um...

Flavor. Taste. Anything!

Ohh!

Make way for my new invention...

The Bakery Bike.

Oh!

Oh! Sorry, cousin.

I... guess the bike could use a little tinkering.

Yes, well, please... Tinker someplace else.

The kitchen is no place

for children and their toys!

Um, let's go to your room, Isa. I'll help you.

Thanks... but I can fix it myself.

Hmph. I am not a child!

I'm eleven years, three months, and two days old.

And this is not a toy.

Isa! How's it...

Whoa! You really fixed it up.

I figured adding doors and a roof

would keep the pies in place...

and out of Cousin Esteban's mustache.

I have returned!

Migs! Welcome back!

Princess Elena, Isabel,

I'd like you to meet... Dulce.

My new mate.

So this was your big surprise.

Well, one of them.

Dulce and I are going to be parents.

Ooh! Uh, sooner than we thought.

As in now, Migs.

Wait. What?!

Hmm.

Three eggs?

That means... three babies!

Migs! Are you nervous about becoming a dad?

Me, nervous? Of course not.

I'm petrified!

Get a hold of yourself, Migs.

You're not doing it alone, all right?

I'll be right by your side.

Thanks, Dulce. I feel much better.

- Good. 'Cause I gotta go. - What?!

I need to find some anoki berries.

What are anoki berries?

That's what we feed newborn jaquins.

They grow all over Vallestrella,

but are hard to find in Avalor,

so I gotta get searchin'.

B-B-But Dulce!

It'll be days before the eggs hatch.

You'll be fine.

Hurry back!

Okay. I just have to watch the eggs.

Ah! What's happening?

Well, I'm no expert,

but it looks like they're starting to hatch.

Well, this is... Oh, they can't!

I have to go tell Dulce they're coming early!

Well, Migs, how long does it take baby jaquins

to break out of their shells?

Usually about a day.

Oh, that's plenty of time!

Go find Dulce, and I'll have one of the castle staff

come up and watch the eggs.

You don't need to do that.

I can watch the eggs.

I appreciate that, Princess,

but I don't know if you're old enough.

Everyone keeps saying I'm a kid!

Well, that's because you are a kid.

But I'm old enough to baby-sit.

Or... egg-sit.

I'm more grown up than you think.

Well, all she has to do is watch the eggs.

Okay. Promise you'll come get me if anything happens?

Nothing's going to happen.

Like Migs said, all I have to do is watch the eggs.

I can do this.

I'll be back soon.

Okay.

Huh?

- Meow - Meow - Meow

They hatched!

I should go get Elena.

No. I can handle this.

Oh, hi, little baby jaquins.

You have your mommy's fur.

Mommy?

Mommy?

I'm not your mommy! I'm Isa.

- Isa! - Isa!

Mommy?

No. But I can take care of you until your mommy gets back.

Hmm. I don't know any baby jaquin games,

but I can teach you a fun game I used to play.

- Game? - Game?

Mommy?

Put your paws up.

I don't know what Elena and Migs were so worried about.

Watching you three is easy.

They're flying already?!

Don't go in there!

Hey! Ohh!

Not my chair! No, no, no, no, no no!

Not the bedpost!

Stop chewing everything! Stop it!

Mommy?