In this imagined sequel, we find Donny Berger (played by Adam Sandler) living a surprisingly quiet life—relatively speaking. He’s no longer the world‑champion bad father he once was, but he hasn’t exactly matured either. His son Todd Peterson (played by Andy Samberg) is now a successful young executive, married and expecting a child, and Donny’s plans to be the best grandfather ever hit exactly zero obstacles—until they hit every possible one. Donny’s attempts to “help” with the upcoming baby shower, parental advice (ha!), and toddler tantrums spin out of control, dragging Todd into chaos and forcing both of them to ask what it really means to be a father—or grandfather—in the modern world.

The comedic engine in That’s My Boy 2 would still revolve around generational mismatch: Donny’s old‑school, irresponsible, hyper‑inappropriate fathering style versus Todd’s carefully controlled, image‑obsessed 2020s dad persona. Todd wants to be perfect; Donny doesn’t even know what “perfect” means. Their relationship is tested when an unexpected scandal surfaces—perhaps Donny left a trail of financial chaos, or Todd’s pregnancy becomes public in a tabloid explosion—and they must team up to preserve the family image while simultaneously learning to accept their messy reality. The film uses outrageous humor—baby tree house destruction, motorcycle stunts in a nursery, Donny unintentionally becoming a viral influencer father‑of‑the‑year—while sneaking in a real, if messy, message about family, responsibility, and legacy.

While the original film leaned heavily on shock comedy and the idea of a man‑child dad, the sequel would lean a little more into heart. It would explore Donny’s fear of being irrelevant, Todd’s fear of inadequacy, and the baby’s arrival as a chance for redemption. Donny’s journey isn’t about changing who he is entirely, but about choosing when to be there. Todd’s isn’t about hiding imperfections, but about embracing them. The set pieces are cartoonishly over the top, but the emotional stakes remain grounded: can a father finally be there for his son, and can the son accept his father on his own flawed terms?

Because there is no credible evidence that That’s My Boy 2 is officially in production or has been green‑lit, this exercise remains purely imaginative. (A petition for a sequel exists online. But if it were made, it could serve both as a throwback to fans of the first film and as a re‑examination of fatherhood in a changed cultural landscape. The tone would need to balance absurd comedy with genuine emotion—something the original tried, albeit unevenly—and the cast’s chemistry would be critical.