"Where do babies come from?"

Mojo swiftly let his beaker fall to the ground and scatter with a crash as he quickly inhaled. He turned around slowly and stared at his three sons. Brick, Boomer, and Butch stood there giving him a questioning look.

"Well? Where do they come from?" Brick said, slightly louder this time.

"W-Why do you need to know that?" Mojo said, slightly taken back by the sheer bluntness of it all.

"Our teacher said tomorrow we're having our first health class and she said we should ask our parents any question we want to know!" Boomer said excitedly

"and since you're the closest we got, you're gonna tell us!" Butch yelled.

The boys were now a few years older, nine to be precise. They were attending school in Citysville at a local public elementary school. Mojo sighed. Figured Citysville taught Sex Ed class three years before Townsville schools did.

Mojo quickly regained himself. "Well, babies come from the stork-"

"No! We want the real story!" Brick yelled annoyed. He hated when people knew things he didn't.

Mojo thought and sighed.

"Okay. You want to know where babies come from? Listen Up!" and as he spoke the boys eyes widened and stared in awe.

*Cityville Public Elementary

"Can anyone tell me where babies come from?" The third grade teacher asked as she paced the room. Multiple hands went in the air, but she swiftly pointed to one.

"Boomer? Do you know where babies come from?"

"Toilets in jail."