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- Aw. He's using his jacket

as some kind of security blanket.

- That's so cute and pathetic.

- It really is. You do you, weirdo!

- Oh, hey, guys. I'm just sucking on my jacket.

A Clump-O-Honey candy got stuck right there

over a thousand years ago, and I can still taste it.

- You know who I bet would like some of that?

Me! Zoidberg.

Oh, no!

Zoidberg, you residue hog!

Now all I taste is crab juice.

- So, buy another jacket candy.

- I can't. They stopped making it

after it got reclassified as industrial glue.

- Ah. Then I, Bender, will recreate the recipe.

Don't forget, I came in third on MasterChef Junior.

- May I have a taste?

- Sure. You seem like the kind of guy who has a mouth.

- Whoa! Diabetic coma!

- Hm. I better add some sugar to make it less sweet.

- And just a touch of treacle

to remind me of my dear departed Aunt Juanita.

She drowned in treacle.

- You know I'm dying on the floor.

So, what do you think?

- Mm! It's perfect, Bender. Totally jacket worthy.

It's a little sticky.

It's a lot sticky!

And there's something hard in it.

- Luckily, I'm an expert at fixing human beak bones.

Are you free Friday for an expensive appointment?

- Let me check. Open calendar!

Shmeird. There's some old alert

I set up 20 years ago.

Our babies?!

- It's time, my love.

- Oh, Kif!

- The hell are you talking about?

Something to do with the meatbag life cycle?

- That's right, Bender. Many years ago,

I gave birth to a clutch of tadpoles

with Amy by my side.

- I have video of the birth. Wanna see it?

No!

- That is the wrong kind of delivery!

Oh, Nelly! Oh!

- Life is disgusting.

- No, it was beautiful.

But I was so not prepared to be a mother.

- In 20 years, they'll sprout legs

and crawl back onto land as children.

- I'll be ready then.

- Well, Amy, are you ready now?

- Having a family with you

is the only thing I want in the whole world.

- Then can I have your car? - No!

- Too late. I already crashed it.

- Oh, this is so exciting!

The birth ceremony will begin any minute.

- Thanks for the warning.

And don't describe it to me!

- We're here! - Mom! Dad!

Oh, I'm so glad you made it!

- Oh, we wouldn't miss the birth of our grandbabies

for a million dollars.

- 'Cause we're so rich, that's like a penny.

- Oh, my. It's the Grand Midwife.

- I am the Grand Midwife!

- Big fan!

- I am Kif of the clan Kroker.

- I know. I recognize your head.

- And this is my smizmar, Amy.

We have come to receive our offspring.

- As you transition to parenthood,

I shall be your counsel and guide.

I do so out of solemn respect for our traditions

and not for any optional cash donation

people sometimes place in that basket.

- Thank you. - It's green,

and there's a little sign on it. - Found it!

- Then the Emergence shall now commence!

Or not. It's unpredictable.

Guess I'll have to wing it. Anybody here from out of town?

O-oh! Here they come.

- Oh my. I'm so anxious, my camouflage reflex is kicking in.

- No, it's helpful.

I wanna look cute for our hundreds of kids.

- We shall now stand by, without interfering,

as we observe the sacred process known as...

the Winnowing.

- What's that mean?

- It means don't start naming them yet.

- Four of them made it!

Well, three and a half.

- Young creatures of the Black Lagoon,

go now to your parents.

- Uh, can I help you?

- Over here!

They're perfect.

- Ew. She's touching them.

- Cherish these children, Kif and Amy,

for they are beautiful.

Eh...

- Well, in-in the sense that all children are beautiful.

The transformation is complete!

We welcome these new beings of the land.

- They can call me Captain Uncle.

- Uh, I'll go dispose of this medical waste.

With a little butter and lemon.

- Want a picture with the kids? - No need.

The way they look is burned into my mind.

- They're nice, you know? Just a kinda little...

- Super gross.

- But, you're finally grandparents.

- That'll be our little secret.

Oh my.

- Thanks for bringing the kids by for my lunch break.

- They're the sweetest thing on the menu.

Not even close!

- Uh, question.

These three babies are totally different sizes.

Question mark.

- Oh, well, they grew at varying rates

depending on the temperature of the water they were in.

Little Newt here was in a cold, deep area.

- Mama! - Wrong again.

- Mandy is from the temperate middle depths.

- He's shrively!

You haven't seen the half of it.

- And Axl is from the warm shallows,

just like his old man.

Do you always have to talk about me?

- So why does this one keep calling me Mama?

And what's with the big weird eye?

- It's not weird. It looks like yours.

It's pretty weird.

- Why would he look like me?

- Don't you remember?

Twenty years ago, you impregnated Kif.

- Seriously? Oh, my God.

I must have been super drunk.

- Leela, you bone brain! You didn't have sex.

Bone.

- Luckily, there's an educational movie

that explains how Kif's species reproduces.

And it's filthy.

YowzaVision Educational Films

presents Sex Across The Universe.

Oh, yeah! Educate me, baby.

This week, the Amphibiosans.

For every organism across the universe,

reproduction is a steamy, erotic process.

Except the Amphibiosans.

They just barely touch hands

while the rest of us are gettin' it on.

Yowza.

Eh, that was pretty hot.

- So, you see, Amy was my smizmar,

the one whose mere presence made me receptive to pregnancy.

- Which makes me their smizmama.

- But it was Lila who contributed the DNA

when she accidentally touched Kif's hand.

- Are you sure I wasn't drunk?

I-I mean, I'm drunk now.

- Mwah!

- Ew! Mom, Dad!

Leela!

♪ Will you stay in our lovers' story? ♪

♪ If you stay, you won't be sorry ♪

♪ 'Cause we believe in you ♪

♪ Soon you'll grow, so take a chance ♪

♪ With a couple of kooks hung up on romancing ♪

♪ Will you stay in our lovers' story? ♪

♪ If you stay, you won't be sorry ♪

♪ 'Cause we believe in you ♪

♪ Soon, you'll grow, so take a chance ♪

♪ With a couple of kooks ♪

♪ Hung up on romancing ♪

- Let's reinflate my head and go home.

- Yeah. Maybe they'll conk out and we'll get a little us time.

Those little guys are the best, but they're a lot.

- Well, luckily, there's two of us to split the work.

♪ Doop, doo-doo-doop, doop, doop, doop, doop! ♪

- Captain Brannigan! At your service, sir.

- With ease, Lieutenant. I have a bit of news to say at you.

- Is it about the baby gifts you claim you sent? Because we still haven't...

- I'm afraid there's no time to discuss

the many presents I bought, some of which are large.

Soldier, you are ordered to report for duty.

- Is it war? - I hope so, but we're not sure.

All we know is that DOOP has lost radio contact

with a remote outpost in Ursa Major. Over and under.

- I'm sorry you'll have to handle the kids alone.

I'm not worried.

I love you!

- Roll call!

"Four eyes." "One-eye." "Crab man."

"Can man." "Who cares?"

Dammit! Where's Amy?

What do I need, a bigger antler?

Oh, I'm so, so sorry.

The babysitter didn't show up.

Ah!

- Finally. Where are you? - Sorry, toots.

I must have the address wrong.

784 West 28th Street?

Uh-huh. Weird, th-that's what I got.

Oh, Earth! Ah!

Coulda swore you said Kepler 10B.

Guess I'll catch the next generation ship back to Nutley.

- Oh...

- Mom, Mom, Mom! Can you judge our whispering contest?

Okay. You ready?

I lose!

Oh, come on! Oh...

- Look at me, chugging mineral water on a weeknight!

So wild and free!

I miss them so.

- I feel you, soldier.

And not in a handsy way this time.

Mm.

Sticky...

Bring a bowl of these candies to my quarters

when you're done crying.

- Thanks for offering to watch the kids, Leela.

I need a break so bad. You have no idea.

- No, it's clear you're a wreck, and I get it.

They're a nightmare.

A-A sweet, adorable nightmare.

- That's fair. Kids!

Mommy's gonna go nap-nap.

Don't be scared of Leela. She's very...

Yay! Mommy Leela!

Cowabunga, dude!

- The Clump-O-Honeys you requested, Capt... Oh jeez.

If there's nothing further, I will... - Oh no, you willn't.

These delicious Clumps aren't for eating. Mm!

Mm...

They're for manscaping.

Manscape me, Kif. That's an order.

Owooga!

- Ooh! - Whoa! What's that?

- I never saw one of those before,

and I was born, like, four days ago.

- It's a ship loader. Any hyperactive kids here

up for a nice, exhausting treadmill race?

Oh wow! Cool! I mean, cool.

- God, I hope this works.

- Approaching the outpost, sir. Still no response on any frequency.

- My God. What the hell happened down there?

It looks like the whole planet has psoriasis.

- You're looking at the back of my head, sir.

- Welcome to Exobiology Station 38.

- Dammit! I'm outta laser!

- Um, hello, sir. Is this outpost secure?

The DOOP hasn't received any response from you in months.

- Oh, yeah. Transmitter got ripped up by bears.

That's what we study here. Bears. I'm a bear biologist.

- Sounds like a fun job that pays bad.

- I used to be a whale biologist, but I hate whales.

Hate them.

- Well, then it's good you found an animal you like.

- Nope. Still looking.

This bear species is known as tardigrades.

It's a fancy word for ugly.

Oh, shut up, you stupid bear!

They're also stupid, by the way.

I discovered that. Bear biologist.

I fixed the transmitter.

Now, may I please head home to my family?

- Without delay. But first,

candy break?

- Are you bat crackers?

If they smell human food, they go bat crackers!

- It seems they recognize a fellow apex predator.

Well, four can play at that game.

Kif! Help!

Let's go! Faster! Faster!

Go, horseface, go!

Neigh!

Now, buy us ice cream!

Rum raisin tastes just like caterpillars!

- We love you, Leela.

- Aw, hell no! You're not the mom of them!

- What? - Are you done spoiling my kids rotten

so they'll love you more?

- I'm just a beaten-down horse.

- Well, you can trot back to the barn now!

Kif's coming home soon, and you are not their mom!

- Uh, actually, I sort of am.

- Go on! Git! Hyah!

Oh God, they're nuzzling me!

Hello?

- Please come home, Kiffy!

The kids like Leela more than me, and it really hurts.

I'm the worst mom ever.

Except for my own mom.

Stop licking my velour! It's dry clean only!

- Amy, darling, the children love you.

And I love you.

And stay away from my scrotums!

- You're their mother, and you always will be.

Nothing can change that.

- Amy Wong, a challenge has been filed

for the motherhood of these children.

No...

Amy? Amy, I'm coming home, I swear.

I have to leave right now, sir!

No, Kif! The DOOP never leaves a man behind!

Not when I'm the man!

- Alright, bears. Daddy's coming to tuck you in...

to your graves.

- I'll be out here.

- Nobody's taking my babies!

They're everything to me!

- I appreciate your emotional shouting in my ear hole,

but I must intervene whenever parenthood is called into question.

- Grand Midwife?

- Oh, drop the surprised act, Leela.

How could you do this? - Do what?

Suck the jelly out of the jelly donuts with a straw?

- This jelly hound did not summon me. The challenge is automatic

when tests show the smizmar contributed no DNA.

The children inherited genes

only from Kif and Leela,

plus trace DNA from a certain Scruffy.

Scruffy's stuff gets around.

- Should the challenge indicate someone else is the mother,

then that person...

eh, or whatever...

shall raise the children.

- But... But...

- You and Kif must be present for the challenge tomorrow. Good day.

Yeah, FYI, y-you've got a little jelly right there.

- Did somebody call an exterminator?

- It's been a blast. - Help me, Kif!

They found the secret candy in my girdle!

I'm a camouflaged killing machine.

- I'm...

I'm sorry I got so jealous, Leela.

I just kinda lost it. - It's okay.

The bond parents feel with their kids is intense...

so I hear.

I'm just proud I helped you become a mom.

I hope it works out for you tomorrow.

- And if it doesn't,

I'm sure you'll take good care of them.

- I refuse to die groveling.

But I'm open to sniveling.

Naked Kif,

you saved my life!

You have my undying loyalty.

Eat Kif! He's boneless!

- This one's for Axl, Mandy,

and little what's-his-name.

- I am the Grand Midwife from the other day,

inquisitor for the challenge of Amy Wong.

Amy, where is your smizmale?

- He isn't with me.

- Oh, the sorrow! Oh, the shame!

- There he is!

- Okay, but it doesn't lessen the shame.

- Kif! - Amy!

Daddy!

- I don't remember him.

- So, like, did you do war stuff?

- I did what a Daddy had to do.

- Bear number 23 was also stupid,

fighting for scraps while I dined on salmon tartare.

None for you, losers!

Oh!

- The challenge may play out over days or weeks

within the brutal confines of the Inquisidome.

Some call it a tiki hut.

- Leela's gonna watch you guys while we're in there.

And maybe a little longer.

But whatever happens,

you're going to be okay.

- You are, too.

- The challenge is a challenging challenge,

dating from when our language had few words.

It will incorporate a battery of genetic tests

and a full neuropsychological obstacle course,

but it begins with a simple question.

Amy Wong.

Do you or do you not love those children?

- More than I knew I could love anything.

- Which is all that truly matters.

The challenge is over.

You are their mother

and always will be.

Oops! That wasn't supposed to happen.

Cheap, lousy wall.

Children! You may now come hug your mother and father.

For only a small additional fee.

- You're my favorite mommy.

- Who wants treacle?

- Strong stuff, huh?