Five babies and their Pharaoh Daddy

A kiss that wakes a three-thousand-year-old Pharaoh, one fated night, and five genius babies who decide New York is too small for their family to stay broken. Archaeologist Ivy did the sensible thing and ran — the show's running joke is that her quintuplets inherited none of her caution. Watching the five of them investigate the mysterious tycoon they have decided is their father plays like a heist planned by kindergartners, while the Pharaoh's slow surrender to strollers, boardrooms and modern fatherhood gives the romance its warmth. None of it pretends to be realistic, and it does not need to: the fantasy is the point, and the show commits. Best for viewers who like secret-baby plots turned up to eleven, with the children running the con and an immortal dad outnumbered at his own table.