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With a frantic dive, Daddy grabbed the Baby just inches from disaster. He quickly administered the necessary antidote to counteract the "window cleaner" the Baby had managed to sip earlier, watching the stabilize. As 4:00 PM approached, the house was a wreck—flooded, covered in flour, and half-burned—but the Baby was still breathing.

The front door opened. Mom was home. Daddy slumped against the wall, exhausted, while the Baby let out a cheeky giggle, already eyeing the for tomorrow. whos-your-daddy-v2-0-0

Outside, the chaos continued. The was humming, and the swimming pool beckoned. Daddy had to finish his chores to get power-ups, but the Baby was currently trying to see if he could fit inside the woodchipper . With a frantic dive, Daddy grabbed the Baby