Robots

(clock clicking)

Children: Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce...

Child: Can you please ice cream cone.

Baker: There you go.

Child: Thank you.

(mechanical whirring)

(pigeons cooing)

Herb: Wa-hoo! I'm gonna be a dad. I just talked to my wife. My baby's gonna be delivery any minute.

(siren wailing)

Cop: Hey, I said get out of the way!

Herb: Hey, hey, I'm gonna be a dad. Congratulate me. Wa-hoo!

Robot 1: Huh?

Robot 2: Hmm?

Fire Hydrant: Good for you, Herb!

(sniffing)

Fire Hydrant: Don't even think about it.

(whines)

Herb: Wa-hoo!

Robot 3: Hey!

Herb: Whoa! Ha-ha! Ha-ha!

Robot 3: Oh, sorry. Hey, how are you?

Herb: I'm gonna be a dad.

Robot 3: Congrats.

Herb: Whoo-hoo!

(whimpers)

Herb: Mr. Nuts, did you hear the news?

Mr. Nuts: Yeah.

Herb: Beautiful day, isn't it?

(knocking)

Herb: I'm here, I'm here. I'm here.

Lydia: Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. You missed the delivery.

Herb: Oh...

Lydia: It's okay. Making the baby's the fun apart.

(sultry saxophone music plays)

Lydia: Honey, I think you've got the wrong, uh...

Herb: (chuckles) No. I don't need to see the directions. (offscreen) Push, push. Push!

(grunting)

(grunts)

(laughing)

(grunting)

Lydia: (gasps) Oh!

(baby crying)

Lydia: 12 hours of labor. Oh, but it was worth it.

Herb: Look at him. Look at him. Rodney Copperbottom. He's got your mom's eyes and my dad's nose.