The next morning, Francesco woke to find that Carla was not in bed with him. Suspecting that she had gone to get something to eat, he drove downstairs. When he drove by the living room, he saw Carla - with his mother, looking at a book. He listened to their conversation. "Isn't he-a soo cute as a baby?" Mrs. Bernoulli asked. "Yes, he's adorable!" Carla replied. Francesco did not think much of the conversation. He suspected that his mother was showing Carla pictures of a beech marten that she rescued from death years ago. But yet again...was that critter really young enough to be called a baby? He decided to continue listening to the conversation. "...and I always-a called it 'Mr. Twinkles.'" Carla started laughing uncontrolably at what Mrs. Bernoulli told her. Mr. Twinkles. That most certainly was not the marten's name. Then realization struck Francesco. He rushed into the room. "Oh, good morning, Francesco," Mrs. Bernoulli and Carla greeted. They giggled. Francesco acted confused, though really he was not. "Good morning. Soo...what is-a funny?" He eyed the book. "Ehh...what are-a you two reading/looking at?" "Nothing." Mrs. Bernoulli closed the book and hid it under a pillow. "How can-a you be-a reading nothing?" "Remember that marten I rescued-a years ago? I was-a showing pictures of him to-a Carla." "Umm...Francesco does not-a remember him being-a called 'Mr. Twinkles'..." At the mention of the name Carla giggled. "Plus, why would it-a be funny?" Francesco added. "Cause it's so tiny!" Carla couldn't help but say. Francesco decided to cut to the chase. "You were-a looking at-a Francesco's baby pictures, weren't-a you?" Both of the female cars nodded, smiling sheepishly. "And you told-a her about my..." "Si," his mother replied, knowing what her son was asking about. Francesco's "cheeks" grew blood red with extreme embarrassment, and he sat on his hind axles. "Mama...you are embarrassing-a Francesco!" "Oh, come on, Francesco. No story about you as an infant would be complete without it!" Carla giggled. "Francesco is-a going to-a die from-a humiliation..." Francesco complained. "No you won't-a," Mrs. Bernoulli reassured. "Any other humiliating stories about-a Francesco you told-a her that-a Francesco should-a know about?" Francesco asked. Mrs. Bernoulli smiled, almost slyly. "Si...should I a-tell?" "Francesco would-a rather not-a know..." At that moment, Francesco's stomach growled. "So are you two-a hungry? I can-a make you something to-a eat?" Mrs. Bernoulli asked. Both of the younger cars replied "yes" in their native languages.