A new run of OAVs with new title music and lots of character development and backstory. Watch with glee as the Tenchi Muyo gang says, Hello! Baby.

	Aeka: Hello, Masaki Residence. Oh, hi! Sorry the show’s writers couldn’t think of a name for you, Tenchi’s Aunt. What? Okay, I’m on my way.
	Tenchi: Welcome home! How was The Baby, Sasami?
	Sasami: *blush* He was cute. *scamper*
	Tenchi: Er, okay. Thanks for bringing Sasami home, Auntie. Why don’t you bring The Baby next time you visit?
*ding dong*
	Tenchi: Oh, hi Auntie– urk!
	Auntie: Hi. Here’s the baby, the formula, the toys, the diapers. His mother’s ill. I knew you wouldn’t mind.
	Tenchi: B-b-baby?
	Taro: *squeal*
	Tenchi: But auntie– …?
	Auntie: So long, sucker! *wave*
	Tenchi: So… it’s up to us to take care of The Baby for a few days.
	Mihoshi: He’s so cute!
	Ryoko: Tenchi was cuter as a baby.
	Sasami: Really?
	Aeka: Yes, well, he must be related to me. After all, he’s Tenchi’s Aunt’s Grandson. Don’t ask me how I know that.
	Ryoko: Whatever. Look, Tenchi! Let’s play house!
	Taro: Gyah! *pinch*
	Ryoko: Hey, stop it! Stop it, Baby!
	Aeka: See, he doesn’t like you. *grab*
	Ryoko: Why you… *grab*
	Taro: *drool*
	Aeka: Ewww.
	Ryoko: Ah-hahahaha…
	Taro: *drip*
	Ryoko: *blink* Ewww.
	Aeka: Ewww! *fling*
	Tenchi: Mwaah!
*crash* *thud*
	Tenchi: Well now, did you enjoy your trip?
	Sasami: Little Taro is crying, Ryo-ohki.
	Ryo-ohki: Myow meow. (Translation: “Don’t tell me there’s something in this house cuter than I am. This I’ve gotta see.”)
	Taro: Waaah! Waaah!
	Tenchi: Mihoshi, would you change his diaper for me? Not that I can imagine you doing it correctly, mind you.
	Mihoshi: Uh, okay!
	Tenchi: Aeka, your dress got soaked, you should go wash it.
	Aeka: And I’ll wash that linen too, Tenchi! See how helpful I am?
	Mihoshi: Oh how thoughtful, an instruction book for diapers!
	Ryo-ohki: Meow. (Translation: “Like that’s going to help.”)
	Taro: Waaah! Waaah! *grab* *thwip* *thump* *thwip* *thump*
	Ryo-ohki: Meow! Meow! MEOW! MEOW! (Translation: “Stop! That! Right! This! Instant! You! Brat! Ow!”)
	Mihoshi: Nope, I don’t think I’m doing it right…
	Ryoko: Tenchiiiii… I guess he’s not here. *ponder*
	Ryo-ohki: Mrow meoooooow! (Translation: “Those are my EAAAAAARS… Owie…”)
	Tenchi: You doing alright, Mihoshi?
	Mihoshi: What do YOU think? I mean, really now.
	Ryoko: *fade* Here’s a bottle for you, kiddo.
	Ryo-ohki: Mrow meow mrow. (Translation: “Freedom. Finally. Stupid brat.”)
	Mihoshi: Ryoko, his diaper cover’s not on yet, and Tenchi told me to put it on.
	Ryoko: Forget that. Let me go on a bit more about how much cuter Tenchi was as a baby.
	Tenchi: Hmm, someone must’ve made some milk already.
	Taro: Waaah! Waaah!
	Ryoko: Shut up and drink, kid.
	Tenchi: Ryoko, what are you doing? You know, the kid can’t drink straight powdered formula. Sheesh.
	Aeka: *scrub* *scrub*
	Mihoshi: Wow, I did it! Now he’s okay.
	Tenchi/Ryoko: *applause*
	Taro: *drip*
	Tenchi/Ryoko: Oh.
	Aeka/Mihoshi: *scrub* *scrub*
	Guardians: So much for the theory that our lives couldn’t get any more degrading. Air-drying baby garments, oh what joy.
*flying* *grabbing* *tasting* *crying* *sobbing* *competitive feeding* *laughing* *changing* *piddling*
	Tenchi: *soak* Hmm. Babies are such hard work… Hmm?
	Mihoshi: Now it’s time to take a bath!
	Taro: Gyah!
	Mihoshi: Um, now, that won’t do you any good. I can’t breastfeed you.
	Tenchi: …
	Mihoshi: Now, stop that… oh my. Oh my…
	Tenchi: *nosebleed* *faint*
	Sasami: *fan* There there, Tenchi. You can’t help it if you’re a naughty boy, can you?
	Tenchi: Thank you, Sasami. And no comment.
	Mihoshi: Oh my, what do I do?
	Ryoko: Diapers. Diapers. Diapers.
	Aeka: Milk. Milk. Milk.
	Mihoshi: Oh my, what do I do?
	Ryoko: Diapers. Diapers. Diapers.
	Aeka: Milk. Milk. Milk. *glug*
	Ryoko/Mihoshi/Aeka: *snore*
	Taro: Gyah! *crawl* *crawl* *knock* *knock* *tumble*
	Washuu: *tap* *tap* Hello? Who’s there? WAAAH! What the…?
	Taro: …
	Washuu: Huh? *grab* *run* Oh, I see. Lazy butts. So, let’s make you up a batch of Red Crab Brand formula, kiddo. Um, what am I DOING?
	Taro: Gah gyah!
	Ryoko/Mihoshi/Aeka: *snore*
	Tenchi: *yawn* Wha–? The baby’s gone! Where is he? Oh, Washuu!
	Washuu: Wha–?!? I- I- I-…
	Tenchi: You’re taking care of the baby!
	Washuu: Yeah, um, the kid was annoying me. Don’t ask how that translates into hours and hours of caring, nurturing and cooking.
	Ryoko: Good morning, Tenchi! How about a morning kiss!
	Washuu: *thrust*
	Ryoko: Oh. The kid.
	Taro: Gah wah.
	Ryoko: What do you want?
	Washuu: Milk, of course.
	Ryoko: *grab* How do you know? Here kid, eat up.
	Washuu: *grab* Hey there, crazy girl. What are you trying to do, suffocate him? Here, let me give you a quick lesson in childcare.
	Ryoko: *glare* Sorry, mom!
	Washuu: I didn’t raise you to be a good-for-nothing.
	Ryoko: You didn’t raise me at all.
	Mihoshi: Um, duh, like, what are we doing here, taking care of a baby?
	Washuu: Okay, I’m outta here. The average IQ in the kitchen just plummeted.
	Mihoshi: Just leave the baby to me!
	Washuu: *tap* *tap* *pause* *pout* *flop* *sigh* I just can’t work… I guess I can’t put off this darned character development any longer. *peek*
	Taro: Gyah! *foosh*
	Washuu: Those girls! Asleep again.
*splash* *splash*
	Taro: *grab*
	Washuu: Ow! Don’t pull, okay?
*flashback*
	Taro: *frown*
	Washuu: Huh?
*float*
	Washuu: GYAAAAAA!
*flush*
	Washuu: *scrub* Why do I always have to clean the flying sauna?
*musical interlude* *much Washuu/Taro/Tenchi/Ryo-ohki cuteness* *flying Guardians*
	Tenchi: Well, Washuu, it looks like the baby’s yours now.
	Washuu: I don’t have a choice. How about some insight into the mindset of a baby?
	Tenchi: They’re so selfishly cute. Or is that cutely selfish?
	Washuu: That’s all you can be, when you’re a baby. What?
	Tenchi: *blush* Well, um… I figure I should get some character background into this episode. I lost my mother when I was very young.
	Taro: Waaah! Waaah!
	Tenchi: Um, I should be going now. Sorry I woke him!
	Washuu: Tenchi? … Goodnight.
	Tenchi: Goodnight, Washuu. (Whew.)
	Taro: Ma… ma… mama!
	Washuu: No, I’m not your mom. *hug*
*ding dong*
	Tenchi: Um, Washuu?
	Ryoko/Mihoshi/Aeka: *yawn* *snore*
	Auntie: Thank you for taking care of him. You did a great job for your age.
	Washuu: (syrupy sweet) Oh, well, there were SO many girls around, I didn’t have to take care of him ALONE…
	Taro: Mama, mama!
	Washuu: *blush*
	Auntie: Well, it’s time to go. Bye bye, and thanks again!
	Washuu: Yeah! He’s gone!
	Tenchi: Washuu, you worked hardest of all of us.
	Washuu: *flashback* Oh, babies! Tenchi, as if you couldn’t have guessed by now, I had a baby once. My husband was from a wealthy family, blah blah, they took the baby, blah blah, now I stay young looking ’cause I never want to be a bratty adult like them. There, is that enough sob-story for you?
	Tenchi: Washuu, that’s so terrible! Is there anything I can do to help– *grab* Huh? *stare*
	Washuu: Enough of this heavy backstory. How about a blatant come-on instead?
	Tenchi: Um, Washuu? You’re not “little” anymore. What gives?
	Washuu: Now now, Tenchi. Give us a kiss.
*SMASH*
	Washuu: Ryoko, is that a nice thing to do to your mommy?
	Ryoko: “Mommy,” my butt. Nice try.
*toss* *splash*
	Aeka: Miss Washuu! How dare you? And you’re a married woman, keep your hands off of Tenchi!
	Washuu: I had a husband. Had. 20,000 years ago. Let’s just say I’m pent up.
*shove* *splash*
	Ryoko: I’m not done with you!
	Aeka: Ryoko, how dare you!
	Mihoshi: Stop it, both of you!
	Washuu: Some people never grow up, do they Tenchi? *nudge* *nudge*
	Sasami: *blank gaze* …