scarecrow

daddy:  and my head i'd be scratchin', while my thoughts were busy hatching...  what does he want?
mommy (from next room over with panzer):  a brain.
daddy:  who sings that?
mommy:  the scarecrow
panzer:  spud.  spud.
mommy:  i don't know what you're saying.
panzer (looking concerned):  spud.  bob.  spud.
mommy:  ooooooooooh, spud from bob the builder!  that's right, he's a scarecrow!  you are the smartest baby ever.

and panzer carries on, looking very  pleased with himself.