"Abu!" A baby exclaimed. He was angry at his stupid father. That dumbass signed a death contract for more money. That same dumbass didn't follow the rules and lost. The baby stomped its pudgy legs. "Dada!" he said. A bodyguard approached him and nodded. The bodyguard lifted the baby up on his shoulders. The baby pointed somewhere, and the bodyguard started moving. "Goo goo!" he said. It seemed that the stupid bodyguards who failed his father won't be living for long.

The child opened up a loose floorboard in his father's apartment. He saw his father go there from time to time. He wiped the snot off his nose and the tears in his eyes, and peeked into it. He found a chest and gestured behind him. A police officer lifted the chest and opened it. They were a bunch of papers with "Credits" written as a title. The little boy nodded. He knew that his father left him something at least. These things would give him favors and make many things flow more smoothly. The police officer, Sagatsume, sighed beside the boy. He was an example of such things. He owed a lot more to the boy's father and would keep his promise.

"Abubu!" the child yelled. His bodyguards ran past him and approached the schlub. The child had already conned him, and he wasn't satisfied that the guy tried to run. His bodyguards beat him up, took his wallet, and spread it open. The bills flew through the air and the child ran to chase them. He wanted to be like his father, and his father had a lot of these.

"Gyaa!" The child yelled and punched the prison guard on the shins. There was a snap and the guard fell. The child was stronger than he looked. His bodyguards ran past him, took the keys, and started opening jail cells. Nobody would be in jail today, as far as the child was concerned. The child never liked his crib, and the prison cells looked like a huge crib for people with tattoos and muscle. The child lifted his chin and looked down on the buncha babies. As far as he was concerned, he was king of the playground.

A news anchor can be heard on the radio. He sounded afraid, as if he was about to be next.

"Today is a sad day for Vegas. Purses were stolen, and schlubs were conned. The jails were empty and prisoners ran amuck. A naked baby was on the shoulder of 'Tortuga the Giant'. Where the baby pointed was where Tortuga went. His PP stance was there for all to--- Ahhhhhhh. You little Beel--!"

The baby was blushing, embarrassed by what the news anchor said. On that day, the name "Baby Beel" was whispered in quite fear.

It was early in the morning, and Baby Tony was sitting on the sidewalk. He stood up, patted the dirt away from little bums, and sighed in satisfaction. Many were asleep then, especially the Mafioso. They were active in the wee hours of the morning, but not the morning itself. So, Baby Tony got some time to enjoy everything in silence. He looked to the gun he left on the sidewalk and picked it up. His eyes shined and he wiped the dirt away with his little hands. He liked his gun as much as his bum.

The prison was silent. A baby in orange jumpsuit was strutting its hallways while his sleeves and hem were being dragged across the floor. Some inmates followed behind him when he and his gang looked to you... and one of the inmates started singing. 

Hard Knock Life

The movie theatre was dark while the reel showed the ending of a movie. "Orangers: Endocarp" was spelled out while the ending credits scrolled through. A baby was crying as he sat on his chair. His bodyguards handed him napkins while they themselves cried. The baby waddled out of the theatre and started yelling outside. "Ababa!" he yelled, "Ababa! Ababa!" He wanted to spoil it, but nobody understood him except his guards.

Baby Beel stared into space and sighed. Sagatsume, a police officer and self-proclaimed guardian, stood beside him and sighed. Baby Beel's many bodyguards also looked to him sadly. Many had wondered where Baby Beel's mother was when Tony Romano Sr. died. Some of the bodyguards, the rather less intelligent kind (the kind Tony Romano Sr. attracted) wondered if Tony Romano just duplicated himself. Unlike Tony Romano Sr. though, Baby Beel was a genius. He may have exhibitionist proclivities like his father, but that was just an unfortunate disaster. Going naked was a genetic inheritance. All Romano's had it.

Baby Beel gestured to own of his bodyguards with his little pointy finger. The bodyguard took a pacifier out of a paper bag and wiped it with a napkin. He handed to Baby Beel, and the baby started sucking on it. There were tears in his eyes when he stood up. "Abu!" he exclaimed. The bodyguards started smiling. Baby Beel wanted to play.

"Ada," Tony Jr. said as he blew the tip of his gun. His eyes shined as he looked to his guardians. They gave him a thumbs up and patted his head. Tony Jr. shot a rogue just now, and other mafioso was on his tail. He beat them all though. Tony Jr. looked to the other mafioso and cackled. He turned around and shook his butt towards them. There were many things he inherited from his father, his cuteness and his tendency to shake his butt at people.

A man was walking the prison hallways with twenty guards around him. The guards looked around everywhere, the windows the roof, the sides, etc. This was a man they really wanted to stay in prison, Squishy they called him. Many a civilian with unconfirmed identities had fallen to his gun.

A baby walked from the other end of the corridor. His eyes shined as he took in the man and the guards. The guards looked at him back with wariness. They knew of his reputation, and how there was no prisoner so long as he was around. There was blurry shadow that moved past the guards, and the baby could be seen behind them. His eyes glowed a he sucked a few times on his pacifier while the guards behind him all dropped to the ground. 

The baby said nothing to Squishy, as did the man. They just continued walking without looking back.