[upbeat music]
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- If he makes the field goal,
Carl Casagrande will go down as the most daring,
most talented, most handsome--
- Any day now, Carl.
- Football player in history!
[drum roll]
- Huh?
all: Goal!
- [laughs]
- My chilaquiles are for eating.
- So, did you get all the supplies
for our big go-kart race?
- Yep, and I got us matching helmets too.
I wasn't sure what size your head is,
so I got some options.
- No teléfonos at breakfast, mija.
- Huh? - [vocalizing]
Busted!
Coming through! - [gasps]
[explosion booms]
- [gasps] My mouth!
- [babbling]
- [laughing] Aww!
What a cute copycat.
- Carlitos, look at this.
- The cutest. - Look at that face.
- [laughing]
- Carlitos, copy this.
Arf! Arf! Arf!
I'm a walrus. See?
Don't--don't you want to copy me too, Carlitos?
- [laughs] Denied!
- Carl. - No, he's right.
Carlitos copies everyone but me.
Do you think it's because he doesn't like me?
- Oh, of course not.
Carlitos is just a baby.
And babies are finicky sometimes.
- He'll warm up to you. You just need to give him time.
The average infant needs around six months before--
- Thanks, Tío, but I'd rather
just get Carlitos to like me now.
- [crying]
- Ronnie Anne, you should try taking him to the park.
- That's a great idea, Tía Frida.
- Come on, Carlitos. Let's get some fresh air.
- [belches] - [gasps]
Oh...
- Sorry. Too much hot sauce.
- Get ready, Carlitos.
I'm about to blow your mind!
Whoo!
Yeah!
What do you think?
Is your mind blown yet?
Carlitos?
- [babbling]
- Hey, Ronnie Anne. I added flames to our helmets.
Hardcore, right?
- Thanks, Sid, but can we do this later?
I'm trying to get Carlitos to like me.
I thought my cool skateboard tricks would win him over,
but I'm not getting anywhere.
- Hmm.
Have you tried doing things
that babies think are cool?
Observe.
- [babbling]
- [clears throat]
[mimicking monkey] Ooh! Ooh! Ah! Ah!
- [giggling]
[mimicking monkey] Ooh! Ooh! Ah! Ah!
[upbeat music]
Now you try.
- [clears throat]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
- [babbling]
- Ouch, that's harsh.
Well, I'm sure you'll get there.
I'm gonna go add feathers to our helmets.
Nothing says "hardcore" like feathers!
- [sighs]
[bell dings] Ooh, I know.
No one can resist a compliment.
Who's the most handsome baby around?
You are.
- [babbles violently] - Ah!
Ugh.
- Qué haces, Ronnie Anne?
- I'm trying to win Carlitos over with compliments.
Excellent digging technique.
Bet you have some nice mocos in there.
- No, no, Ronnie Anne,
you are way too desperate for his attention.
If you want someone to like you,
the key is to act uninterested.
Take Diego for example.
I've been ignoring him for the past 45 minutes.
- All right, I'll try it.
- [babbling]
- Is it working? Does he like me now?
- [babbling]
- Just wait, he'll come around. They always do.
- [babbling]
[horns honking] - Okay, it's not working.
Grab him! Grab him!
[shop bell chimes] - Hey, Ronnie Anne.
So, Carlitos still doesn't like you, huh?
- No, no, no. We're doing great.
- Listen, the key to any good family relationship is bribery.
Watch and learn. Hey, Sergio.
Who's your favorite Casagrande?
- Bawk! Me, no contest.
Bawk! Carl's a close second.
Bawk! Carl for the win.
- Works every time. - Okay, let me try.
Carlitos, want some chicharrónes
from your favorite prima, Ronnie Anne?
- [babbling]
[giggles] - Wow, that's cold.
- [blows raspberry] - Fine!
I guess he'll just never like me.
- [squawking] - Ow!
[groaning]
[grunts]
- [babbling]
- [gasps] Yes! He copied me!
He likes me! Oh, yeah.
Whoa! [grunts]
- [giggles]
[babbles]
[both laugh]
- Guys! Carlitos finally mimicked me.
[all cheering]
- I told you. - Guess he likes me after all.
Isn't that right, little dude?
- Ow. - Ow?
- He thinks my name is Ow. But it still counts.
He likes me. Time for a victory snack.
- [babbling]
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- Time for your bottle, cariño.
- Ow.
- [laughs]
Seems like this little copycat idolizes his prima now.
He wants you to feed him.
- Really? Me? Nice.
[bottle sucker pops]
- Oh, when Carlitos is done with his bottle,
I can give him a bath.
- Ow! Ow!
- Oh, maybe you should do it.
He doesn't seem to want to let go of you.
- [giggling]
[dog barking distantly]
- [crying]
- Sorry. He was asking for Ow.
- Oh.
- [sighs] He really, really likes his prima.
It's almost like he's forgotten all about his mama!
- Ah! - [weeping]
- Ow, Ow, Ow.
Ow. Ow. Ow, Ow, Ow!
Ow.
Ow! Ow!
- Hey, buddy. If you thought our helmets
were cool before, just wait.
We're really gonna wow everyone at the big race today.
- [moaning] - Ow, Ow, Ow!
- Ronnie Anne, did you get a new cat recently?
- Sid, wait. Don't open the--
[grunts]
- [giggling] Hi, Ow!
- Whoa. When's the last time you slept?
- It's been days.
My plan to make Carlitos like me worked too well.
He won't even go to Tía Frida or Tío Carlos anymore.
Sorry, I can't drive the go-kart
with you today, Sid.
There's no way that Carlitos
will let me out of his sight.
- Aw, that's okay.
Too bad we don't have a Ronnie Anne clone.
- Hey, that gives me an idea.
Sid, I'm gonna need your help.
[horn honking]
[upbeat music]
- [gasps] - There.
That'll take care of the facial hair problem.
And now for the belly hair problem.
- Wait, what? [screams]
I used to have an innie.
[moans]
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- Carlitos, look, a three-eyed camel.
- Huh? - [grunts]
Whoa!
[in high-pitched voice] Sorry, I must have imagined it!
[both chuckle]
- Ow!
[babbling]
[horns honking]
[engines sputtering]
- Let's do this.
Wait, our horns.
[both squeal]
- Where's Carlitos?
- [babbling]
- We'll be right back.
- I'm here at the Great Lakes City Annual
Go-Kart race with two of its youngest competitors,
Sid Chang and Ronnie Anne Santiago.
Girls, what's your favorite part of racing?
- Competing with my best friend.
- Winning at all costs!
Sorry, it's the helmet talking.
- Ow?
- [chuckles] No, no, no!
I'm Ronnie Anne, really!
- [grunts]
- No, not the duct tape.
- Ow!
[babbles]
[both scream]
- Wait, okay, come back! [grunts]
♪ ♪
- Racers, on your marks, get set, go!
[grunts]
- Look at us, we're winning!
- Ow! Ow!
- Did you hear something?
- Hi! Ow. Ow.
- Carlitos? How did you get here?
- Sorry, that was my bad. Whoa!
- Sid, take the wheel. Carlitos.
It's dangerous out here. Take my hand.
- Ow! - [groans]
- Ow!
- I can't reach him.
Sid, get me closer.
- [squeals]
- Guess that's what happens when you spend
all your time on helmets.
[both scream]
[party horns honk]
- That was for if we won.
- [sobbing]
Remember when he needed me?
- Tío Carlos, Tía Frida,
I should have listened to you guys
and waited for Carlitos to warm up to me
instead of forcing it.
- [babbling]
- I'm so happy Carlitos likes me now,
but I got way more than I bargained for.
I'll probably have to take him to college with me.
- [chuckles] Lucky you.
- Huh?
[grunts]
[toy squeaks]
- Huh? I thought he loved that whale.
- When he plays with something for too long,
he gets sick of it.
- He does? Hmm.
- Hmm.
[upbeat music]
[babbling]
- Oh! I want to play too!
Yah! [grunting]
Let's play! Cannonball!
[water splashes]
[chuckles]
[snoring]
- [groaning]
[grunting]
♪ ♪
[babbling softly]
[suspenseful music]
- Dada? - Madre mía.
It's happening. Frida!
- It's been fun, little dude. - Ronnie Anne.
- I might not be Carlitos' favorite anymore,
but at least he knows my real name.
- Hey, dudes.
It's me, Ronnie Anne,
just coming to play with Carlitos.
- Tía Frida. [laughs]
It's okay. You don't have to do that.
- I'm not Tía Frida. I'm Ronnie--
[yells]
[crashing]
- [babbles]
[all laughing]
[lively music]
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