rallo, today you are a dead baby.in't got no babies ♪ cleveland: hey, now let's burn everything that belongs to roberta! (cheering) mm. cleveland, i've been thinking. what? i'm 42 years old, oof. and there are some things i'm afraid i won't be able to do-- have a successful career, backpack across europe. or wear a bathing suit without a skirt on it. or have another baby. mm-hmm. well, night, now. cleveland... i want to have another baby. uh? wha...? i want to have another baby. donna, we just got rid of a baby. let's enjoy our twilight years in peace. now, if you'll excuse me, i have to write a letter. long hand. in the bathroom. peen, pen, pen, peen. donna wants a baby, donna's gonna get a baby. ("take me out to the ball game" playing)

rallo's gonna baptize dudley! 'sup, boog-kake? very important that you show these letters to your parents when you get home. this is for parents' eyes only. guardians don't count. but my grandmother... is not your dead mother. there's a lice outbreak at rallo's school. (screams) jump up from the couch! relax, cleveland.

oh, rallo, your innocence is endearing. that's just magic. what's that? like making a quarter vanish. or pulling a rabbit out of a hat. or how jack black can utterly disappear into every role. magic. (chuckles) me and lester are texting each other, donna. can you imagine him lying in bed next to kendra? they'd look like the number ten. (chuckles) oh... mmm. i feel bad for lester. hey, guys, i got a magic trick for you. hey, hey, hey, get out of here, rallo. how do you know we weren't doing something private? 'cause i don't hear "celebration"