Kids, once your Uncle Marshall and Aunt Lily
found a nanny for baby Marvin,
they were excited
for their first night out together in five months.
And so were we.
Mama.
Dada.
Hi, gang.
Ooh.
Ah, so, now that there's no
screaming baby to distract us,
what have you guys been up to lately? - Yeah.
This was a surprisingly loaded question.
You see, right after Marvin was born,
Lily and Marshall had issued a decree.
you can't come to us with any issue
unless it's an eight or higher.
And we were doing our best to abide.
Ted, how are things
going with Victoria?
My dad made the funniest joke.
He said that since you're the reason I left the wedding,
you owe him the $70,000 he paid for it,
or else.
You know, he's not usually funny like that.
Not promising, but not an eight.
Everything's great.
And Robin, how's everything with Nick?
Finally ready for a ride on the bike?
Who? Me?
Let's ride, Big Daddy.
Oh, yeah.
Mama likey.
- Robin, over here. - Ooh.
Eco-friendly.
She runs on corn.
Totally lady bone killer, but not an eight.
Everything's great.
And how are things for the old Barnacle?
Not an eight.
At best, she was a six, six and a half.
More like a four by the time I was done with her.
Mental self-five.
Everything's great.
To long-awaited MacLaren's return of Marshall and Lily.
Mmm.
I've missed this. Okay. We got to go.
W-what? You just got here.
I cleared my whole night for you guys.
I didn't even bring my booty-call phone.
Oh, I'm sorry, but we just really
need some time to ourselves.
I promise we'll hang out soon.
- See you guys. - Bye.
Yeah, like I'm going to leave this at home.
Barney Stinson. How may I direct my penis?
Oh, geez.
It is so nice to be out in the fresh air.
- You smell that? - Ooh.
That's the smell of urine that isn't Marvin's.
Oh, God, I miss that smell.
You know, I thought we'd spend the whole time
worrying about Marvin, but it's actually nice to be out
in the world, living life.
Yeah.
Death is all around us.
Wow, that urine smell just got a lot stronger.
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So, you guys spent
your first night out in five months,
sitting at home planning for your own deaths?
Yeah, we found this Web site that helps you make a will.
- In the event of your death... - Ooh!
I'm sorry.
It-it's just-just real sad to think about.
Oh, I know.
All right.
In the event of your death...
Okay, no, you know what?
Let's just start with something easy.
- Okay. - Okay?
Please enter your zip code.
We'll never get mail again.
I keep reassuring Lily that this is all hypothetical.
Relatively speaking, New York City is very safe.
Please, faulty elevators, exploding man hole covers,
jealous husbands. - Mmm.
This place is a coroner's paradise.
Ooh!
They are way more likely to eat it in a mugging gone wrong.
There was a double hommy on your block like a week ago.
Caught it on the scanner during lunch.
Knife job.
Guy made a real mess of it too.
Anyway,
then we got to the section about picking a guardian.
Sometimes couples choose one of their parents as a guardian.
That makes it simple.
My mom.
Your mom?
What's wrong with my mom?
Are you...
Fine. All right.
Marvin won't go to my loving mother.
But he's got to go to somebody.
Fine.
What about my mom?
Your mom?
Um, excuse...
Fine.
Not my mom.
What about my dad?
Your dad?
Okay, yeah, he's out.
Wait a minute. You know who could be good?
My brother Marcus.
He's like a great dad.
Do you remember his Christmas card?
Questionable denim choices aside, Marcus is a good dad.
I guess if Marvin has to go to anyone, it should be family.
Okay, great.
Okay.
Marcus, hey, how's it going?
Pretty freaking sweet, buttwipe.
I packed up all my crap; I said, "See ya" to Sarah and the kids;
And I finally got my dream job
as a mixologist down here at Carnalism 2.
Hold on.
Some punk's trying to use his snorkel rental as a bong.
Hey!
You be packin' that bowl too tight, mon.
So, now we don't have a guardian.
You know, as your best friend,
if called upon, I'd be honored to raise Marvin.
If you want him to be raised by his underwear on a flagpole,
Ted's your guy.
If you want him pulling the chord
on some other nerd's panties,
I'm your guy.
I'll teach that kid how to be awesome
in ways you and Lily never could.
It's going to be legend...
wait for it, no, I won't wait for it
and neither should little baby Marvin,
so maybe it's better if you two just die right now...
dary.
And so began the longest week of Lily and Marshall's lives.
Huh?
Huh? Huh?
Aah!
What?
You think you can bribe them with a stroller?
They already got one, foo.
Oh, this is no stroller, Robin.
I call it the Broller.
Go ahead. Look inside.
I don't get it. I don't see anything.
Yeah, but Papa does.
Those Robin's boobies?
When new nubile hotties lean in to inspect your bundle of joy,
you can inspect their bundles of joy.
The Broller.
God, I come up with a lot of good stuff.
Hey, guys, hey...
Hey.
Lily and I need you to come upstairs.
This is an important decision
and we can't have you constantly interrupting us
with this childish competition.
Which is why we're going to make it
an official competition!
We're going to play Who Wants to Be a Godparent?
Right after this word from our sponsors.
Why is he talking to the wall?
Wait, this is how you're going to choose a guardian for Marvin?
I mean, why don't you just put us
in a three-way cage match and go with whoever's left standing?
We talked about that, but it gave Robin an unfair advantage.
Yeah, you see, guys, we were
really struggling with this decision.
Babe, I know these guys have been
- a little over the top lately. - A little?
But we still have to pick a guardian just in case.
In case of what?
Don't make me say it.
Say it. I can handle it.
Say it.
In case we die.
How can you even say it?
And then I thought what do you do
if you got a wife who won't stop crying,
three idiots who won't stop bribing you,
and a universally beloved skill for gamesmanship?
You take a bunch of guardianship scenarios,
throw them on a wheel, buy your wife an expensive dress
so she'll participate.
I'm pretty again.
Bottom line is I just wanted
to make the idea of me and Lily dying...
- Oh. - ... fun.
Now, if you'll step behind your podiums, we'll get started.
Contestants,
here's how the game works.
Lily will spin that wheel. Not yet.
When it lands on a parenting issue,
you'll each describe how you would handle it with Marvin.
The contestant with the highest score gets to be
his godparent.
Ready to play? Great. Lily,
spin that wheel!
Okay, now, see, um, enthusiasm will factor into your scores.
So, I say again:
Lily, spin...
Spin that wheel!
Ooh.
Our demise.
Barney, how would you
explain to little Marvin why we're not around anymore?
No.
Easy, all I'd have to do is change a few words
to one of my classics with the ladies.
The President of the World has called your parents away
on a super-secret space mission.
For the sake of the planet, you will never see them again.
Now pick up your toys and say good night to Daddy.
What do you know? That last line stays the same.
Judges?
Okay, Robin,
what would you do, and remember,
"President of the World called parents away
for a super-secret space mission" has already been taken.
Well, my dad was always upfront and honest with me,
so that's how I would be.
All right, kid, here's the deal with the deal.
Your mom and dad are done-ski.
Belly-flopped off a subway platform.
Mom busted open like a piñata.
What was left of your dad hung around for a few days.
Anyway, plug's pulled. Organs donated.
I'm your new mommy now.
Sah-wish!
Well, I was saving these for the showcase,
but here. Hey, Lily, look, baby,
his-and-her watches. - Ooh.
Ted, the category's all yours.
Okay, here's what I would say.
Well, Marvin, explaining where your parents are
isn't gonna be easy.
Even I— Lily and Marshall's best friend
for almost 20 years—
will have a hard time doing it.
But I do know a guy who's very good at this sort of thing.
Professor Infosaurus!
Hey, there, squirt!
Death is a difficult yet unfortunate certainty.
Good enough! Ted wins the round!
Yes! Yes! You'll see.
Professor Infosaurus will be a big, big hit with children.
Isn't that right, kids?
Moving on.
"Discipline."
"How would you handle Marvin
taking another kid's toy?" Barney?
That's easy.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! I'm calling Child Services.
Wait for it.
I'll return your $1,900 alligator-skin belt
when you return that toy.
Until then, you can wear this disgusting
black-and-brown reversible belt.
Hey, I don't like it any more than you do!
Ted, how would you discipline little Marvin?
I would be firm.
Fair, but firm.
You, sir, just lost your television privileges.
Okay, you can watch TV, but nothing violent.
Okay, it can be violent,
but you have to do the dishes first.
Okay, I'll do the dishes, you watch TV.
Let's go get some ice cream! Come on!
But no sprinkles.
Robin?
Okay, sprinkles.
Tough love.
You know where you're headed, chief?
The British Columbia Military School for Boys.
Of course, you're actually a boy, so at least you won't have
to shave off all your hair and burn your "girlie" clothing in
an old oil drum while your father stands there
and laughs at you through the flames!
Oh, my God!
I think that Robin wins this round
because we love her and she's in a safe space, right, guys?
Robin matters!
Yay! Totally.
Now, that's just one point, right?
Lily.
A spin... that... wheel!
Oh...
"Birds and Bees."
Barney, "How would you teach young Marvin
about the facts of life?"
Hmm...
You're gonna love Amsterdam, little bro.
Okay, Barney's out of this round.
Ted, how would you handle "the talk"?
Well, Marvin would be a young adult,
so you wouldn't want to talk down to him.
But that doesn't mean you can't get down with him.
I'm sorry, don't you need
to actually have had sex in order to explain it?
Professor Infosaurus also has a rap about ignoring bullies.
Robin? Birds and bees?
Well, I, for one, don't think
you have to teach Marvin a thing.
If he's anything like his dad, he's a natural-born stud.
Lily got a little braggy
at a cucumber stand once, big guy.
Robin wins again!
Oh, come on! That's clearly pandering!
A spin...
that... wheel!
We played long into the night,
eventually making it to the dreaded...
Lightning round!
First word!
Beam.
Actually, that's a joist,
which carries the stress of the ceiling
versus the primary architectural load.
But that's my boy!
Ooh.
Nerd!
That's my boy!
First heartbreak!
I know this hurts, little buddy,
but you'll love again someday,
because time will heal a broken heart.
But not that bitch's window.
Run!
Yeah, right.
I've seen Barney throw.
He's no Vinnie Pestano, am I right?
Beloved Indians' middle reliever.
Cleveland sports are still relevant.
LeBron who? Right, guys?
Ted, neither you nor Cleveland
knows how to get over someone leaving them.
Here's how you'd handle heartbreak.
Cheer up, squirt.
There are plenty of other wonderful women out there.
But I thought that she was the one.
I'll be at Uncle Barney's.
This is ridiculous.
I've known you for 16 years.
I'm the obvious choice.
Oh, come on, if Ted raises him,
the poor kid's still gonna be a virgin when he's 13.
- I'm the obvious choice. Hey, look, as the only one of us
packing a vag, I got a natural instinct
for nurturing and crap like that.
Plus, I can teach him how to bow hunt.
- Yeah, I could do that. - I am Barney Stinson!
Guys, guys, guys!
Okay! All right!
Obviously, none of you knows what it really means
to be a parent.
- Well... obviously, neither of you
know what it means to be a friend anymore.
What are you talking about?
Think about it.
This is the most we've seen you two
in five months.
You don't seem to care
what's going on in our lives
unless it's an eight or higher.
Well, what do you expect?
- We have a baby now. - Yeah.
The days of closing down MacLaren's are over.
Unless you want
to get up with us at 5:13 in the morning
with a screaming baby.
So that's it?
The... the end of an era, just like that?
Look... we're sorry if-if we don't have time
to sit around the bar listening to silly little dating problems.
When you have
a baby, it's not just the most important thing in your life,
it's the only important thing.
When are you guys gonna get that?
Think we get it.
I can't believe they just walked out.
Yeah. Maybe it's for the best.
Barney was starting to pull ahead.
I mean, how selfish can they be?
We're trying to raise a child here.
I'm sorry if I don't have time to deal with Ted's...
um... o-or Robin's...
um...
or-or Barney's...
mm...
Huh.
You know, we were about to name one of them Marvin's godparent,
and... I can't tell you
what's going on in any of their lives.
Do you think that maybe
we've been a little crappy as friends lately?
Do you really know how to bow hunt?
Um, yeah.
At the British Columbia Military School for Boys
we called it "making lunch."
Hey, guys.
We asked Mickey to watch Marvin
so we could come down and talk.
I know that we didn't get to finish the game, but...
we've reached a decision.
Lily?
We've decided...
to revoke the "eight or higher" rule.
What?
We want to know everything
that's going on with you guys.
Really?
You're our best friends.
Everything is an eight or higher.
And for the first time in almost half a year,
Lily and Marshall closed down MacLaren's.
Anyway,
Victoria's dad and I are working out a payment plan
with a very reasonable interest rate.
At least, Nick's cycle
is fuel-efficient— we're getting, like,
30, 35 miles to the cob.
- Really? - Yeah.
You know, I should've
told you about that six and a half sooner.
Barney Stinson banging anything less than an eight?
That's like a 15.
And it was a great night.
Until...
Go back to bed.
We got this.
And Lily and Marshall finally decided
on a guardian.
- Are you sure about this, baby? - Yes.
No matter what happens, I want Marvin to stay in the family.
Oh...
Is that a bowling ball in a onesie?
Run!
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