Jake: Im Gonna Mix My Gatorade And Ice Cream.

Jake: I’m gonna mix my Gatorade and ice cream.

Amy: Jake, no.

Fixed it!

Brooklyn nine-nine characters as sexual positions.

Jake Peralta: BOTTOM!

Amy Santiago: TOP!

Rosa Diaz: TOP (me!!! Please!!!)

Terry Jeffords: SWITCH!

Captain Raymond Holt: SWITCH!

Gina Linetti: TOP!

Charles Boyle: BOTTOM!!! Literally the biggest bottom to ever bottom

Kevin: he’s a switch too but he usually tops with Raymond.

Hitchcock and scully: not even gonna touch that.

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imagine holt and kevin babysitting for jake and amy so the couple can go out to enjoy their first work-free, child-free evening on the town since their six-month-old baby girl was born. It’s only gonna be for an hour or so, so they can get dinner and just chill without missing their baby too much. normal, right?

but then jake gets a tip from one of his sources that a drug dealer he’s been tracking for months is gonna be doing a deal in central park sometime that night…and he tells Amy who promptly says, “Yeah, let’s get this son of a bitch!”

There’s a pause. They both miss their little girl already, but because the guy is a major dealer with info on some of the city’s biggest, baddest drug runners, Jake calls Holt and explains the situation, and then sheepishly asks if he and Kevin could watch the baby just a little longer.

Camera pans to Holt. He’s holding the phone while in the next room over Kevin struggles to change a screaming baby’s diaper (he had the first one on backwards). There are toys and snacks and sippie cups strewn about the living room floor. But the Real Crisis: Cheddar has chewed up the baby’s teddy bear and she won’t stop crying without it. But because Holt loves his weird son and daughter-in-law (and because he loves justice, too) he agrees. Besides, he isn’t ready to admit that he’s been bested by an infant.

While Jake and Amy stake out their guy, Holt and Kevin try EVERYTHING to calm her down without Beary. Music, bouncing, a bottle, a pacifier (“It’s called a PACIFIER, Raymond, why won’t it PACIFY!?”) but nothing works. So, they do what all cops do and they call in backup.

First is Terry. He’s like, Superdad. So he comes over with a bunch of Cagney, Lacey, and Ava’s old toys in hopes of finding a replacement for Beary. But all are vehemently rejected, thrown to the ground, and the crying continues. Terry calls in Charles, who says he’ll bring over a soothing homemade formula that is SURE to put the baby to sleep. The baby takes two sips. The crying stops for a moment. But then she drops the bottle, projectile vomits on Charles and then starts crying all over again.

Charles calls Gina. Gina has a baby! She’ll know what to do! Gina comes over with Iggy’s old swaddling blankets and a noise machine she never used. She wraps the baby up and turns on a setting called Ocean Waves. But now it just sounds like the baby is crying at the beach.

Gina calls Rosa. “Can you come over and like, scare the baby into sleeping?” Rosa comes over. She picks up the baby, and she immediately calms down. The squad stares at them in awe.

“How on Earth did you manage that?” Holt asks, incredulous.

“You’re all freaking out, babies can sense crap like that.” Rosa sits down beside Holt on the couch and passes the sleeping infant over to him. She snuggles into his chest and curls her tiny arms around his bicep.

When Jake and Amy come to pick up their daughter after busting the perp and four of his men, they find the whole squad asleep in Holt and Kevin’s living room amid a mess of toys, blankets, stuffing from the late Beary, and a sound machine still playing Ocean Waves. Their baby is asleep on one of Holt’s shoulders, and Kevin is snoring on the other. Charles fell asleep at the kitchen table. Terry, on the floor, with Rosa and Gina passed out on either side of him.

Jake makes a mental note to buy everybody a round of drinks next time they’re at the bar as he takes Amy’s hand, and for a minute, they just smile. This, Jake realizes, is what it means to be part of a family.

Holt, in the background: CHEDDAAAAR