[While the Not-So-Boss Baby is crying, you might notice it’s maybe just a little more legit than the fake acting they did on the bus ride.
A shrill voice calls from the distance:]
Who’s makin’ all dat racket?!
[Mr. Swackhammer stomps over, wearing a horrifying Taz onesie that doesn’t really fit him. He picks up the Boss Baby in a manner that is most definitely not safe for a baby.]
Ah, crap! I forgot, this one turns into a regular baby if he doesn’t get his drug baby formula! Crap! A baby can’t kill anyone unless it makes jokes about being the Baby Jesus and North Korea negotiations! This baby is freakin’ useless!
[And so, Mr. Swackhammer puts The Boss Baby back on the ground in disgust. Before an idea strikes him. See the moon orbiting Moron Mountain?
He reels his foot back and quite literally punts The Boss Baby into the sky with superhuman strength, until he turns into a flaming projectile that quite literally crashes into the Moon - causing it (the moon) to blow up upon impact.
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A shrill voice calls from the distance:]
Who’s makin’ all dat racket?!
[Mr. Swackhammer stomps over, wearing a horrifying Taz onesie that doesn’t really fit him. He picks up the Boss Baby in a manner that is most definitely not safe for a baby.]
Ah, crap! I forgot, this one turns into a regular baby if he doesn’t get his drug baby formula! Crap! A baby can’t kill anyone unless it makes jokes about being the Baby Jesus and North Korea negotiations! This baby is freakin’ useless!
[And so, Mr. Swackhammer puts The Boss Baby back on the ground in disgust. Before an idea strikes him. See the moon orbiting Moron Mountain?
He reels his foot back and quite literally punts The Boss Baby into the sky with superhuman strength, until he turns into a flaming projectile that quite literally crashes into the Moon - causing it (the moon) to blow up upon impact.
The Boss Baby is dead.]