Louie's life is great. A walk every morning, ice cream on Sundays, snuggling in bed at night with Mum and Dad. Even meeting up with Mum's friends - despite their little crawling creatures who pull Louie's ears - aren't all that bad. But then things get weird - cold food on the floor, no room in the bed, and lots of new stuff coming into the house in pairs: two small beds, two little jumpers, a two-seated buggy. Does that bode double trouble ahead, or could there be a happier surprise in store for Louie?