(QC back to the lair as Numbuh 2.0. was about to grab a cookie only for Mini-Me to pounces and snatch them away, before eating them.)
Numbuh 2.0.: (frowns) Uh, excuse me? Dr. Time? Perhaps I should talk to you about this....Mini-Me.
Dr. Time: (concerned) What? Not fitting in? Is he giving out too much of a creepy "Oompa-Loompa" or My Little Pony vibe?
Toast: Dude, that doesn't make any sense!
Numbuh 2.0.: Err, it's not that. It's just...well....he bites.
Dr. Time: Your point?
Numbuh 2.0.: (shows a bandaged hand) He's a biter. Ouch.
(Dr. Time turns his chair to the direction of the baby)
Dr. Time: Anything wrong, MIni-Me? Got something you wanna share with us? (The baby shrugs, showing his teeth) Teething, yeah. (The baby bit his thumb, not feeling it) All right, now get me President Nixon NOW!
(Inside the War Room at the War House, a meeting was happening as a screen turns on, showing Dr. Time's face.)
Soldier: Oh, he's on, he's on!
Nixon: (glares) Right. What do you want, Dr. Time?