The Boss Baby Page #5

No!

What's that, Lam-Lam? You want a nose ring?

It's really not my scene,

but who am I to judge?

And an eyebrow ring?

Seems like a little too much, Lam-Lam.

How's that gonna look in a job interview?

Stop it!

The tape, Timmy! Or I'm gonna rip, rip, rip.

No! Let go!

- You let go!

- You let go!

- Give me the tape!

- Give me Lam-Lam!

Whoops! Too far.

Templeton! Templeton, let's be reasonable.

We can be reasonable, right?

What are you doing?

You've been asking for this

since you got here!

We can talk about this over a juice box!

Time for juice boxes is over.

No, Templeton. You wouldn't.

Say bye-bye, baby! You're fired!

What are you doing?

Nothing.

My proof!

Tim! Explain yourself!

Yes, explain yourself.

It wasn't me! It was the baby's fault.

The baby's fault?

It's true! He can talk.

They all can talk.

They were having a meeting.

There's something about puppies.

It's one big baby con-spy-racy!

Timothy Leslie Templeton!

We are very disappointed in you.

- No, we're mad at you!

- Exactly, we're mad at you.

- Mad?

- You need a time-out!

- You're grounded!

- Yes, grounded!

- For two...

- Three!

- Three days?

- Weeks!

Weeks! Three weeks!

For three... evers!

Grounded?

You're gonna stay in this house

with your baby brother...

until you learn to get along.

Great.

It was my first time behind bars.

The big house.

The lock-up.

Grounded for life.

The minutes turned into hours,

the hours into days.

Every man has his breaking point.

This was mine.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

- Take these broken wings and learn to fly

- Hey, that's my song.

All your life

You were only waiting

For this moment to arise

It's okay, little halfling.

Perhaps I can be of some assistance.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night!

Pray, take these broken wings

and learn to fly!

Fly, you fools!

Thanks, Wizzie.

But it's not the same.

If only I could reach my magical shank.

I could break us out of this big house.

Templeton!

Templeton, we have to talk.

Go away.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Stop it!

That's my song, not yours.

My parents wrote it just for me.

Really?

Your parents are Lennon and McCartney?

No, Ted and Janice.

You don't even know their names!

You're just trying to steal them from me.

You stole everything!

You're the one who should be in jail!

Look, it's time we put our differences aside.

Have you been...

No!

Where's HR when you need them?

Take it.

I don't want your filthy money.

Look, I told you to stay out of my way.

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