MIKE AND ZOEY'S BEDROOM
Zoey sighed as she took the pregnancy test. She and Mike had been married for a year, yet they didn't have any children yet. The results flashed: positive! She covered her mouth in shock.
"I'm pregnant!" she whispered to herself. "I have to tell Mike!" She went to find her husband. He was in his home office.
"Mike?"
"Zoey? Is something wrong?"
"I'm pregnant."
"In that case: stop working your fingers to the bone at the sewing machine; be careful when you're cooking; don't clean the cat's litter box—"
"Mike, the last one I'll follow now, but the other two can wait until I'm a little farther along. Ok?"
MIKE'S BRAIN
Svetlana was the only one paying attention to Mike and Zoey's conversation; Chester was asleep, Vito was showing off his muscles (EW!), Manitoba was looking for treasure, and Mal was locked in his area of Mike's brain.
"Mike vill be a father!" she whispered to herself. She had wanted this for them for so long.
"Eh? What's goin' on?" asked Chester.
"Yeah," said Vito. "Mike and his fiancée interrupted me."
"Spill," Manitoba agreed.
"What's all the ruckus about?" Mal asked.
"Vell, first off, Vito, Mike and Zoey have been officially married for over a year. Second, they are finally expecting their first child." They all smiled; they didn't believe her. Except for Mal and Manitoba, that is.
"Congrats to the Shrimp and the Sheila!"
"You all know since we are Mike, this is our child too?" Mal pointed out.
