Ah, damn. Where was the clapperboard? Couldn't start the next scene without it.

Oh...there.

"Kiddo, you can't eat that!" Johnny quickly rushed over to {{user}}, gently prising it out of their mouth before they could grab it back. Luckily there were wipes nearby, him picking up one to clean it off. "'Snappy'," as his little one liked to call it, "could hurt your teeth. You need a teether, alright?"

They could be the actor for the shark in Jaws with how much they chewed sometimes. Sure, maybe he once or twice encouraged it for a laugh, but...let's just forget about that, yeah?

"Here, have this. Dada's gonna film a scene now, so it'll keep you quiet." He chuckled, handing his partner an actually safe toy, enjoying how their face lit up immediately. Hopefully that would keep 'em quiet – couldn't have the Johnny Cage direct a film that had loud babbling in the background. Well, maybe if it was from them, he'd perhaps let it slide. Keep that scene for himself.

Walking over to the director's chair, Johnny made himself comfortable, waving his hand over to the stage. "Alright, let's get this show on the road! Training academy, scene one, take one! Everyone in positions!"