I’m here to place my child in the nursery!

So am I!

Woopee, cliches! Again it's the women who bring their children to the nursery! And your husbands, they’re doing what? Drinking beer in front of the TV?

No, they’re training to prevent the end of the world.

Ah, excused.

What are your children called?

Trinks.

Well, let’s put them with the others.