[grunts]
Hold all my calls.
[giggling]
♪ Boss Baby ♪
♪ I'm the Boss, Boss Baby, boss, boss Boss Baby, boss, boss ♪
♪ Watch a itty-bitty kid get large ♪
♪ I'm the big Boss Baby in charge ♪
♪ Stroller rolling Up and down the boulevard ♪
♪ I'm the big Boss Baby in charge ♪
♪ I run this house, I rule this crib ♪
♪ Change my diaper, son, where's my bib? ♪
♪ Don't pacify, you just got to pay me ♪
-♪ Who's in charge? ♪ -♪ Me, the Boss Baby ♪
[thunder rumbling]
[sighs]
Well, this day's been a waste.
What fun is being vice president of field operations
when I can't go out into the field?
[fingers drumming]
Templeton, easy on the drumming.
[whispering] I'm safe, I'm safe, I'm safe...
Templeton!
He can't get me. I'm safe in here. I'm safe--
I'm good, I'm fine. Not scared.
[thunder rumbles]
I never said you were.
My hands are cold. I do pretend bongos to warm them up,
and the bongos make me brave-- [hyperventilating]
Sure they do, sport. Let's just slip these on here.
Better?
-[thunder cracks] -Ah!
Yes?
Never take a job in sales or gambling.
-[thunder cracks] -[both] Ah!
-Oh, great. It's contagious. -[phone rings]
-[Gigi] Hello. -It's Dad!
Oh, hi, sweetie. How's your big-boy office job? What the--?
Why aren't you coming home yet?
Oh, hey, Tim.
Well, the storm flooded the bridge back into town,
so we may not be back until tomorrow morning.
Tomorrow morning? As in tomorrow?
But don't you worry, big guy. You've got Gigi there.
And we're fine here. Office is a little waterlogged, but--
[Mom] Great news.
I found some blue cheese dressing and deli ham that wasn't underwater yet.
Ooh, la, la.
"Le cuisine française."
Gotta go. Be good. Bye, Tim.
Love you, Tim.
- Kiss the baby. -Not happening.
Ted, is that my coffee mug?
Your dad and mom stuck at the office?
Then I'd better go prepare.
We don't have much time. The worst of this is yet to come.
The worst? Are we getting tornadoes? Hail? [gasps]
-Hail-nadoes? -Don't joke.
A storm this bad means...
he's coming.
Who? Thunderstorm Santa?
Worse. The Frodarg.
Not a real word. Try again.
The Hartman Bog Frodarg.
[thunder cracking]
When the summer storms roll in, he awakens.
-[snarling] -[Tim gasps]
[grunts]
The head of a giant bullfrog...
[gasps]
...with two glowing red eyes.
Only two eyes? Pretty lame for a monster, if you ask me.
-Get down! -[grunts]
-[Tim] The body of a dinosaur. -[snarling]
The spines of a dinosaur.
The razor-sharp claws of a tiger.
Why not the claws of a dinosaur?
[scoffs] 'Cause then he'd just be a dinosaur with a frog face.
Ooh, don't forget the two eyes.
You won't be joking so much if the Frodarg is hungry, or--
-[screaming] -[snarling]
-[Tim snarls] -[screaming]
I am hungry...
-for babies. -Templeton!
I just had a three-milk dinner.
Does your make-believe monster wanna get vomited on?
He's not make-believe.
Everyone in town knows about the Frodarg,
but few have seen him and lived to tell the tale.
How convenient.
[thunder rumbling]
-[thunder cracks] -[screaming]
-[panting] -[knock on door]
I'm no expert in urban legends,
but I'm pretty sure the Frodarg is totally not real.
Like, at all.
Yeah, well, a year ago,
I was pretty sure that babies totally didn't talk or run corporations.
-Like, at all. But here we are. -Touché.
-[thunder cracks] -Ah!
-[panting] -[fingers drumming]
You'll be okay. This storm's like a bear market.
We're all gonna take it in the shorts for a while, but it can't last forever.
I didn't understand any of that, but it helps that you're trying.
-Whatever you need. -Now help me barricade the door
so the Frodarg can't claw through and drink our brains like milkshakes.
-[baby monitor chimes] -Sorry, that's work.
If you need further emotional support, though, maybe try Gigi.
But I don't wanna leave you here with the Frodarg.
I am confident that's not a problem.
Gigi, I'm scared!
Go for Boss Baby.
Good. You've got your crisis face. We need that.
-Why? Do we have a crisis? - Don't you see my crisis face?
Yes?
Someone knows about Stinkless Serum.
What? Which someone?
A dog someone. Puppy Co.
Oh. You know what? I can totally see your crisis face now.
Wait! Did you say Puppy Co.?
[thunder cracks]
The Frodarg? Oh, Timmy, come here.
I promise, there's nothing to be afraid of.
Okay.
Because I'm not letting that swamp demon set one scaly foot in this house!
Eat somebody else's family, Frodarg!
[grunting]
Without human leadership, Puppy Co. has gone to the dogs.
Pun intended. You may giggle.
[forced giggling]
End giggles now.
An all-puppy organization.
Pure, fluffy, cuddly evil.
I'll secure the serum, ma'am.
I'm not playing fetch with our company's future.
Pun returned. Mine was better. Now, clarification.
Intel says Puppy Co.'s best agent en route, Bug, dispatched. Thoughts?
Did you say... Bug?
Tech-- failing. Explain your concern.
It can't be the Bug. He doesn't exist. He's just a legend.
Can't hear-- Situation is critical.
He's coming. Be ready.
He's real, right? Totally real. I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!
Saw the beast myself when I was just a little girl.
[shudders]
Hideous. I mean the creature was, not me.
I was stinking adorable.
And you know how much the Frodarg likes eating cute little children.
[whimpers]
But don't you be afraid. You're gonna be fine.
As long as you follow the rules of the Frodarg.
What are the rules? Hurry up and tell me the--!
One, never take a shower.
The more you smell like a swamp, the less you'll smell like dinner.
No bath. Way ahead of you.
Two, keep raw liver handy.
Liver to the Frodarg is like garlic to a vampire.
I always keep some in the cooler for nights like this.
Liver means we live.
And three, never turn out the lights.
It can only see in the dark.
I don't care if we blind the neighbors
and bankrupt your parents with the power bill.
If we're going to survive this night, you turn on all the lights.
Every single one. Got it.
Mm! [sniffs]
"Fresh Springtime Meadow." No baby or serum smells here.
Ah!
Help me protect the house. We've gotta lock the place down.
Good call. We can't let him get in.
-Wait, what are you doing? -[spray hissing]
Deodorizing the place to throw him off the scent.
Ooh! Your no-tears shampoo.
Smear that ocean breeze smell on the windows and doorknobs.
No, we can't make the room smell like nice and clean me.
That's exactly what the Frodarg likes.
Frodarg? You're chasing nickels around a $10 bill, Templeton.
We've got real problems now.
Bigger than a tiger-clawed dino-frog that slurps brain milkshakes?
Way bigger.
Puppy Co. knows about the serum, and they've sent the best.
Bug the Pug.
A pug? Those little squishy-faced dogs
that look happy and sad at the same time?
Do not take Bug the Pug lightly!
That dog is the stuff of corporate legend.
He's like a ninja, and a wolf, and a werewolf samurai ninja,
all wrapped up in a muscly, squirmy pug body.
He attacks without warning and disappears just as quickly.
-[grunts] -[whimpers]
-I never clocked out! -Ah!
[Boss Baby] Nothing is safe from his slobbery jaws.
-[panting, whimpering] -[snarling]
[Boss Baby] And you never see him coming.
Ah!
If Bug the Pug is after the serum, he'll stop at nothing to get it.
-[jingle plays] -[lid whirs]
He'll destroy this entire house and whoever gets in his way.
We are not safe.
So Gigi gave me some rules to stop the Frodarg.
-There is no Frodarg! -Dogs aren't spies!
Raw liver. Bog monsters hate it.
And dogs love it.
Now's not the time to argue.
No matter what's coming, which is the Frodarg,
it's up to us to protect the house. Let's be logical.
You're right. We need real backup for my real, actual threat.
I'm calling Staci and Jimbo.
What? And set up a baby buffet?
Why not put out a sign? "All Frodarg can eat!" [grunts]
-Let go! -Never!
[panting, snuffling]
[panting]
[banging continues]
[barking]
[both grunting]
[baby monitor chiming]
What's up, sir? Oh! Brother battle to the death, huh?
I always knew this day would come.
If Tim wins, I promise to hunt him down in your honor, sir.
And if you win,
I know a guy from daycare with some swampland on the Eastern seaboard.
No, Staci. We're both fine.
I'm not. [muffled grunt]
But we do have a crisis. Puppy Co. knows about Stinkless Serum.
They've sent the best.
-The who? -Bug the Pug.
Breaking up, sir.
Did you just say Bug the--
Staci?
-[distorted snarling] -Ah!
[Staci] ...Pug?
-The pug is here! -The Frodarg.
Boss!
[snarling continues]
I think it's inside the house.
Or maybe it's just the wind.
Will you cut it out?
There are no monsters, period.
Except sometimes Gigi. But old age will defeat her.
Still, you were right. We shouldn't fight.
Whatever's in here, which is Bug the Pug, we must protect the house.
Yes, we should be ready for either scenario.
Especially the real one, which is the Frodarg.
I'll build a trap to lure in the Frodarg.
And I'll make one for the pug.
[horn toots]
I'm no longer afraid of you, Frodarg.
Come get your severance package,
Bug the Pug.
-[thunder cracks] -[both screaming]
-We got this. -Totally.
[panting]
[electricity crackles]
-[thunder cracks] -[shouting]
-[Tim] Sorry. -[Boss Baby] Shh.
-Do you hear something? -[Tim] I can't tell.
We should creep around and investigate.
[Boss Baby] Sounds reasonable.
[both screaming]
-Where am I? What is this in my hand? -[Tim] Soap!
Ew! I'm clean now!
Hands off my grandson, Frodarg!
Or grandsons.
Both of them. I'm just saying, if you have to pick-- Never mind.
-Everyone okay? -No. Can we call Mom and Dad?
Oh, Timmy, I'm sorry, the phones are dead.
Listen. I'm gonna check the circuit breakers in the basement.
I'm sure we just blew a fuse.
But if not, and the Frodarg gets me, you avenge my death in blood.
No mercy. It's the Templeton way.
Sure. Um... Can I come, too?
I should come.
That's my man of the house. Grab your brother.
I think he wants to stay.
Alone in the dark?
We've got liver in our fort. It's the safest place in the house.
Guess it'll build character. Let's go.
[panting] Please be the Frodarg,
please be the Frodarg, please be the Frodarg.
[stairs creaking]
-[rustling] -[panting]
[Gigi] We are not alone.
[snarling]
Gigi. Look.
[rattling]
-[snarls] -[Tim gasps]
It's... it.
Don't run. Fear only makes it hungrier.
Come and get me, you frog-headed abomination!
Ah!
It came and got me!
[Tim screams]
Frodarg!
Run, Timmy! Save yourself and the baby!
-[screaming, grunts] -[panting]
[panting, whimpering]
-[door rattling] -[Gigi] It's locked!
I'm gonna get the lights back on! Find a place to hide!
[gasps]
Identify yourself!
It's me. I saw it. I saw the Frodarg.
It got Gigi.
Impossible.
It jumped her in the basement. We've got to go save her.
Think, Templeton, because we need to know how to fight this thing.
Did you see a bog monster or a nasty smoosh-faced mutt?
It's-- I honestly don't know anymore.
Gah. If it's Bug, he's coming up here for the serum.
I have to protect it.
If it's Frodarg, I have to go down there to save Gigi from it.
Just give me two seconds to freak out.
[screams, pants]
Go time.
Templeton, wait. I know there's no Frodarg,
but, just in case, you might wanna dress for the occasion.
How do I look?
-Like a marshmallow that's going to war. -Is that good?
Depends on how much that thing down there likes marshmallows.
Oh, man, that liver smells terrible.
Ooh, yeah. Don't bring it back.
[panting]
[snarling]
[gasps]
I know you're there. Sh-- Show yourself.
[gasps]
[exhales]
Hey, I think he left.
-[gasps] -Ah!
Ah! Frodarg!
-[Tim] Ah! -It's real! I'm coming, Templeton!
[Tim grunting]
Leave him alone, you-- Eh?
[both grunting]
Uh...
-Monster! -Ah! Danny?
[coos]
You scared me.
What the heck are you doing here?
The rain flooded our basement,
and my dad and his girlfriend are barreling it out.
Plus, it drove all the cockroaches upstairs,
and they took over the kitchen. So that's a whole thing.
I mean, why'd you scare me?
[chuckles]
Oh, yeah, sorry. Forgot I was dressed like a Frodarg.
Didn't want the real Frodarg to come after me.
I also haven't taken a bath in a week. Pretty crafty, huh?
-[coos] -But it's only been raining for a day.
Never mind.
Danny, listen. The Frodarg might be in the house.
[chuckles] No way. You see him?
I stared right into those two red eyes.
[chuckles, gasps]
Man, if we could catch a real-life Frodarg,
we'd be millionaires. We could get on the news.
-[glass shatters] -[both gasp]
-[low growling] -[coos]
-[snarling] -[glass shatters]
Quick. You got any liver?
Then let's bag us a 'Darg.
-Thanks for coming to save me. -Night's not over yet. Faster!
[snarling]
Hey, Frodarg!
[barking]
[all gasping]
[Tim] No way.
It's Bug the Pug?
[laughing]
He looks hilarious.
[cries, whimpers]
[Tim gasps]
[whispers] Stinkless Serum!
Let's grab him before he wrecks the whole house.
[whimpers] Nuh-uh.
No way, man.
Stop waving your arms. He thinks you wanna play.
Why is he wearing goggles, Tim?
Only dogs with unclean souls wear goggles.
How are you more scared of a Not-Frodarg?
He's got a sweater on.
Animals in people clothes really freak me out, man.
It's wrong. That's in the Bible.
-[squeals, grunts] -Ah!
-Get away from me! -[barking]
[Danny] Somebody help me!
He's wearing a shirt!
[both gasp]
-Don't eat me! -Ah!
Staci. About time you showed up.
Sir, it's the middle of the night, and it's pouring rain, and we're babies.
We're lucky to get here at all.
My diaper absorbed every raindrop.
-[sloshes] -[giggles]
[Danny] Help me! Please!
-Who's that? -[Boss Baby sighs]
-Bug the Pug is real. -[glass shatters]
He's as good as they say and uglier than you can imagine.
Stole the serum from right under our noses.
Well, we both got scared, and you left the door open, and-- Ow!
[Danny sobs] Ugh! He's so slobbery!
We'd better help him.
Good idea. You first.
He's just a dog. He's only scary if you let him be scary.
Easy for you to say.
You're scared of a monster that's not even real.
The Frodarg is real. But he's not here right now.
Your monster is,
so let's get him out of here.
But how do we catch the best corporate thief in the business?
A little bit of liver and a lot of luck.
-Come on, we've got a trap to build. -What about me?
Simple, Templeton. You must face the Frodarg.
[thunder rumbles]
Tim!
[barks]
Do something!
Stop letting him chase you. Chase him right back.
[Danny whimpering]
-[barking] -[whimpering continues]
You're the Frodarg, man. Use it.
Ah!
Yes, I am the Frodarg.
[snarls]
-Roar! -[whimpers]
It's on!
[Danny roaring]
Upstairs, Danny!
Get him up the stairs!
[Danny] Get lost, well-dressed pug!
Danny, no! Not outside! Not yet!
Eat light, Frodarg.
[shouts]
Ow.
-Whoa! [grunts] -[barks, whimpers]
[Tim] Comin' in hot!
Save yourself, man.
I think I broke my butt.
[snarling]
Come and get me, monster. Ah!
It came and got me!
[laughing] It tickles.
Templeton, now!
-[grunts] -[Tim] Oof!
[laughs]
Sloshy, sloshy, boom, boom. Sloshy, sloshy, boom, boom.
[snarling]
[sniffing]
What's this, boy?
What is it? Liver?
Well, I hear that's only good for one thing.
[slo-mo grunt]
Yeah!
[whimpers]
[yowls]
Getting rid of monsters.
-Got him? -Got him good.
Do not let him out of that cooler.
Get him to Baby Corp and let the CEO know that the package is secure.
You want the liver back?
Let him eat it. A gift to a truly worthy adversary.
Until next time, Bug, you devious canine, you.
[barks]
[snoring]
Is he gonna be okay?
Yeah. He's just wiped from having to run for a few minutes.
His insides are mostly nacho cheese.
Thanks for the assist, Templeton.
It got way less scary when we were scared together.
And if the Frodarg does show up tonight, we're ready.
I'm ready for anything.
I just beat the dog who once fought three hammerhead sharks
with his hind paws while hanging on to a supersonic jet with his teeth.
Well, the Frodarg once ate 17 farmers in one night.
And you know how tough farmers are.
Let's both agree our fears are irrational. Yours, slightly more so.
And just be grateful the serum's safe.
All in all, a pretty good night.
[sighs]
[sighs] Yeah.
By the way, our grandmother's still locked in the basement.
Gigi!
[theme song playing]
♪ Boss Baby ♪