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[upbeat music]

[car horn honks]

- Mom! Your cab's here.

- I can drive myself.

- No. Your relaxation

starts now.

- We love you.

- And we want you to have fun

on your spaghetti-way.

- Dicky,

it's a "spa getaway."

- You know,

where you get massages,

and pedicures, and facials?

- I know. I pronounce things

weird summertimes.

- Just go.

[car horn honks]

- You know, I don't know. Maybe

this isn't the best weekend.

- No, no, no.

this is the only weekend.

I bought this gift certificate

a year ago. It expires Monday.

You have to go.

- I guess.

I just don't like

leaving the kids all alone.

- You mean with me?

- Right.

- No, of course

I meant with you.

- Yeah.

- Don't worry, Mom.

- It's gonna be fine.

- That's what you all said

the last time I went away for

the weekend, and I came home to

you kids carving ice sculptures

in the living room.

- Dad said we had

to be creative.

- You were using a chainsaw.

- Creatively.

- Okay.

- And there was no rule

against it.

- Which is why now

there is a rule against it.

Along with a whole bunch

of other rules

that are in my Big Book of Rules

to keep the kids in line.

- Okay, so when you say a big

book do you mean actually a--

Oh, Mama,

that's a big book.

- For example rule #6.

No making ice sculptures

in the living room.

- What about sculptures

made out of--

- Or butter, or cheese,

or food of any kind.

[all groan]

See, hon?

They're groaning.

I got this.

It'll be good for you.

- You need to go and relax.

- I do. I really do.

- Face it.

We stress you out.

- You do.

You really do.

- You know who else

stresses you out? Dad.

- I do.

- You really do.

[car horn honks]

Hold your horses!

I am coming!

Wow.

I really need this.

all:

You do. You really do.

- Okay. I will see you guys

in a couple of days.

I love you so much.

- Bye.

- I love you, Mom.

- Please be good.

- Mom, we'll miss you.

- I miss you already.

- Love you.

- All right. Mom is gone.

Hey, Dad, nice one

on the fake rulebook.

She totally bought it.

All right.

You all have your assignments:

whipped cream, chips, donkey.

I'll get the saddle

and spoons.

- Wait!

This is not a fake rulebook.

This is serious.

- So no donkey?

[all deflated]

Eee-aww.

- Listen, guys, your mom

should be able to go away and

relax without having to worry

about us

which is why I made

the Big Book of Rules.

- [groans]

These rules are ridiculous.

- You guys are just going

to have to deal with it.

- But--

- Ah.

When you pay the rent

you can make the rules.

- [groans]

- I can't believe this.

He's treating us

like little kids.

- Yeah. We're old enough.

We should be able

to make our own rules.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, and how could we ever

pay the rent with the tiny

allowance he gives us?

He's rigged the whole system.

all: Yeah.

- Wait a minute.

We're going to rig it back.

We just need to figure out a way

to make enough money

so we can pay the rent.

Then we can make the rules.

- We should probably

cancel that donkey.

[hoofs clop]

- Too late.

- Shh.

- Don't answer the door.

- We're not home!

[donkey brays,

hoofs clop]

[upbeat music]

- ♪ Na na na na na na

na na na na na ♪

- ♪ Hey! ♪

- ♪ Na na na na na na

na na na na na ♪

[whistling]

♪ ♪

- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

♪ ♪

- ♪ Na na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na na ♪

- ♪ Hey! ♪

♪ One, two ♪

- ♪ Na na na na na na ♪

- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

- ♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh ♪

- Come on, guys.

Think!

There's got to be a way

we can make money.

- Perhaps some of

my refreshing lemonade

will help stimulate

our thinking muscles.

all: Mmm.

- This is good stuff.

- You could totally

sell this.

- Yeah.

You'd make a fortune.

[cell phone chimes]

- Who's that?

- Oh, it's just Oscar.

He's got a hankering

for some lemonade

and is wondering

where he can buy some.

- Well, text him back,

and tell him we're too busy

worrying

about our money problems

to worry about

his lemonade-buying problems.

- Yeah.

- No, wait.

We can solve both problems!

We should open up

a lemonade stand.

- [gasps] Of course.

I'll get the lemons.

- I'll work the cash register.

- I'll go to the bathroom.

- How is that gonna help?

- It's not.

I just had a lot of lemonade.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

[soothing music]

- Namaste.

- Oh, great.

You're here.

Apparently I really

need to relax,

so let's get this rub show

on the road.

- Just take a deep breath,

clear your mind,

and leave the outside world

outside.

- Okay.

Letting go.

♪ ♪

♪ Oh ♪

Ooh, I feel like I'm swimming

in a sea of tranquility.

[both giggle]

[cell phone rings]

- I'm so sorry.

That's my phone.

I thought I had turned that off.

I'll just be one second.

Hey, sweetie.

I'm in a session,

but what's up?

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

I'm sure it'll be okay.

Well, then put him on.

Jeremy,

put your pants on!

Give your father

his keys back,

and take your retainer

out of the baby's mouth!

Kids, huh?

- Oh!

Okay.

[groans]

Too much pressure!

Too much pressure!

- Tell me about it.

Every time I leave that house

I'm afraid of what

I'm going to come home to.

- What?

[whines]

Mama.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- I have a large for Natalie.

Nat-a-lie?

- It's "Natlee!"

The "a" is silent!

- Sorry.

- You call this a large?

- Sorry.

- Sorry.

- Sorry?

- You know, maybe I should start

calling out the names.

- Don't worry. I got this.

I have a medium for Twrmnym.

- "Twrmnym" is not a name.

It's just smeared. Here.

Um, Timothy?

Theodore?

- Twrmnym?

- You call this a medium?

- You guys are using

the wrong cups!

- So how much longer

until we can pay the rent

and start making our own rules?

- At this rate,

if we stay open 'til dinner...

nine years.

- [groans]

Oh, wait,

I forgot to carry the 2.

29 years.

- Hello, friends.

I think that I'll have a large

lemonade to wet my whistle,

and do you guys

have anything to nibble on?

- Sorry.

We don't sell nibbles here.

- To just anyone, but for you

one nibble coming right up.

- Thanks, doll.

- What are you doing?

- If we start selling food

we'll make more money.

- Yeah, but where are you going

to get a nibble?

- You leave

the nibbles to me.

[upbeat music]

- Sorry, Squish.

This is my reward

for being Super Dad.

Living room's clean,

kids are safe,

and the laundry's almost done.

[bell rings]

It's the Dad-Signal.

There's trouble in Clotham City.

To the laundry room!

Hey, don't even think about

stealing my sandwich, Squishy.

[mutters]

I got eyes

in the back of my head.

- [Squishy whines]

- Nothing gets by me.

[whistles]

[humming]

[gasps]

Squishy Paws Tiberius Harper!

I was gonna

make you my side pup.

[upbeat music]

- Hey, bros.

Let me get a lemonade,

and what do you guys

got to grub on?

- We're all out of food,

but we're expecting

a new shipment any minute.

- Okay I found

six-and-a-half fish sticks

and two day old meatloaf.

- Leftovers?

Nobody's going to buy

two day old meatloaf.

- They will if we

call it "deliciously aged."

- Deliciously aged meatloaf?

I'll take it.

- It doesn't matter anyway.

We're working our fingers

to the bone,

and we're still not making

enough money to pay the rent.

- I wish there was a way

we could make money without

actually having to work.

[cell phone rings]

- Hey, Mom.

Just getting some lemonade.

Don't worry.

I'll get the van

off the front lawn.

I don't know.

I can't park it in the street.

I just got to find someone

who will let me pay them

a lot of money

to park in their garage.

- A little bit more.

Little bit more.

Little bit more and stop.

- This is awesome.

Thanks, dudes.

My mom's gonna be stoked.

- Of course before you can

officially rent out our garage

for your van there is the little

matter of a rental agreement.

Just sign here,

here, and here.

- Shouldn't I read it first?

- If you want.

- Yeah. I don't want.

- This makes me nervous.

Are we sure

this isn't against the rules?

- Absolutely. 19 pages of things

we can't do in the garage.

No mention

of letting someone park a van.

- Here you go,

little lawyer man.

- Thank you, and now to complete

our transaction--

- Rock on. Whoo!

- No, you need to pay

us the rent.

- Oh, right.

Give me a minute.

I just got to collect it

from the guys first.

- Um, what guys?

- This is Snakebite...

- [hisses]

- Skull Crusher...

- [growls]

- And Tim.

Don't look Tim in the eye.

- Okay. Well, just as long

as you pay us before you leave.

- Leave?

Oh, we're not leaving.

We're practicing living

in the van.

Don't want any surprises

when we go on tour.

- Tour?

- Yeah. We're a band.

We are Frogtown!

all: Ribbit.

- Uh-oh. Rule 17.

No renting out the garage

to rock bands.

- Maybe Dad will be so caught up

in making the house

perfect for Mom

he won't even notice.

- Yeah.

[rock music]

♪ Ribbit! Ribbit! ♪

- I think he's gonna notice!

- ♪ Ribbit! Ribbit! ♪

♪ Ribbit! Ribbit! ♪

[rock music]

- ♪ Ribbit! Ribbit! ♪

♪ ♪

- We need to get them

to stop!

- Why? They rock!

- We need to kick them out!

- We can't!

We signed a rental agreement!

- That was written

by an 11-year-old!

This can't hold up!

- Oh, it can! I'm very good!

Sorry, but they

have all the power!

- Well, what if we gave them

a little less power!

♪ Ribbit! Ribbit! ♪

♪ ♪

[yells]

No power...

[sighs]

No band practice.

- Hey, that's great,

but what do we do about Dad?

- Nothing.

He obviously didn't hear it.

- Hey, kids,

what was that noise?

- Or we come up with an excuse.

Quick. Ideas, go!

- Rock 'n roll ice cream truck.

- No.

- Army of angry cats?

- Not believable.

- We rented out the garage

to a really loud band.

- Rock 'n roll ice cream truck

it is. Go, go, go!

- Hey, kids,

did you hear that?

It sounded like there's an army

of angry cats in the garage.

- Well,

it couldn't be that,

because that

wouldn't be believable.

- I better go check.

- Oh, you probably should.

Of course

that would make Mom right.

- About what?

- She said you'd never be

able to finish

all the housework

because you're always

getting distracted by something.

- What? No, I don't.

- Of course you don't.

That's why you're

going right back upstairs

to finish all the work.

- You're darn right I am,

and not even an army

of angry cats can stop me!

Wait, what was I doing?

Oh, okay.

[all sigh]

- Hey, little landlords...

[all gasp]

Power's out in the garage.

- You know,

that's probably a good thing.

You guys have been

rocking out for a while,

and you sound perfect.

You could use a break.

- You're right.

We could use a break.

Hey, Frogtown,

take five.

So what's the waffle sitch

in here?

- What?

- "Sitch" is how us cool guys

say "situation,"

and "waffle" is how we say

"square bumpy pancake."

- I know what he meant.

- Excuse me, Mr. Snakebite?

Frogtowners...

you guys can't really

be in the house.

- It doesn't say that

in the rental agreement.

- [hisses]

- I don't know. I'll ask.

He wants to know what kind

of syrup you guys roll with.

- Um, you can't roll

with our syrup.

You need to roll back

into the garage.

- No, that's where we rock.

We're gonna roll

into the living room.

- No--

- [growls]

- He just rolled

with my mangoes.

Excuse me,

but those are my--

never mind.

- Listen, we may not

have been specific

with the rental agreement,

but there still is a Big Book

of Rules for this house,

and one of them

is you cannot be in here.

- What if we don't like

that rule?

- Sorry. When you pay the rent

you can make the rules.

- Oh, yeah.

I forgot.

Now we do pay the rent,

and my first rule is Frogtown

does whatever Frogtown wants.

- [hisses]

- I'll ask.

Hey, why is your house

on the donkey "no deliver" list?

- Well, if we can't get

a donkey, well, we should

at least rock in here.

- Yeah, let's get our gear.

all: Ribbit!

- We have got

to get them out of here!

- But they paid the rent.

They make the rules.

- No. We make the rules.

Follow me.

[upbeat music]

- See if I can find that video

that teaches you how to fold

a shirt in two seconds.

Top ten funniest groin kicks?

Yes, please.

[barks]

Oh, you're right.

I will not get distracted.

I am folding laundry.

- Need to fold a shirt fast?

- Sure do.

- Just follow

these simple instructions.

- First,

reach into one sleeve...

- Done.

- Then the other.

- Done.

- Pull backward, and switch.

- What have I done?

[grunts]

Go get help, Squishy!

[cries]

- Hey, Dad, got a sec?

- Oh, hey, kids.

Just doing some laundry.

- Okay, so you know how you said

we could make the rules

if we pay the rent?

Well, here's the rent.

Now we get to make the rules.

- First new rule.

We are allowed to rent out

the garage to a rock band.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Slow down.

Did you rent out the garage

to a rock band?

- Yep.

- Totally.

- One of them just hisses.

- [groans]

"When you pay the rent you can

make the rules"

is just a figure of speech.

- Wai--It is?

- Yeah.

It's just a thing

that parents say,

like, "You'll understand

when you're older."

I'm older,

I don't understand anything.

Look at me.

I'm caught in a shirt!

- What do we do

about the band?

- Don't you worry.

I'm the parent.

I make the rules.

Just get some scissors

and cut me out of this shirt.

- The book said

no scissors.

- Just read the last page

of the book.

- "All rules are null and void

in the event

your father gets caught

in a shirt."

You thought of everything.

- Go get the scissors!

And run back!

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Just let go,

and everything will be fine.

I said let

go of your brother now.

Let go!

- Ow.

- Let go!

- [screams]

Maybe you should let go!

- I'd love to let go,

but not all of us

can just walk out of the house

for the weekend

without a big disaster

happening.

Are your kids

roasting marshmallows?

- Aw.

- Over your burning couch?

- Ahh! I hope not!

[whimpers]

[upbeat music]

- Oh, yeah! Sweet screech.

- We should work that sound

into our next song.

- Look at this scratch!

- Hey, dudes,

what's for dinner?

- Whatever your parents

are making,

'cause you're not staying here.

- Who's this guy?

- I'm the dad,

and I'm in charge.

- Well, we're Frogtown, and

we signed a rental agreement.

- [hisses]

- Snakebite says

his dad's a lawyer.

That thing's ironclad.

- I heard what he said.

Should have never

sent you to law camp,

but you got me

to sign that contract, and I

couldn't get out of it.

Harper huddle.

All right, we got to get

this band out of here before

your mother gets home,

or she is gonna be

very angry with you.

- Uh, don't you mean

she'll be very angry with you?

- Of course

that's what I mean!

[rock music]

[all groan]

♪ Ribbit! ♪

- I can't think

with all this noise!

- ♪ Ribbit! Ribbit! ♪

- That's it!

You think they're noisy?

Wait 'til they

get a load of us!

- ♪ Ribbit! Ribbit! ♪

- Sup, Frogtown.

- Uh, what is this?

all: Quadtown!

- We're jamming here too.

- All right, guys,

how loud are we gonna get?

Ear-bleeding or

brain-melting?

- Let's melt some brains!

- Two, three, four!

- ♪ Squishy! Squishy! ♪

♪ He's our pet ♪

♪ He's so cute

you won't forget ♪

♪ You haven't heard

the best part yet ♪

♪ Touch his nose ♪

♪ It's a little wet! ♪

[barks]

- They think

they can out-rock us?

[scoffs]

[rock music]

- ♪ Ribbit! Ribbit! ♪

- It's time

to bring out our...

secret weapon!

- Did someone call

for The Tomahawk?

[caws]

Hit it, Quadtown!

[disorganized music]

♪ ♪

- You know,

if we're too loud for you,

you can go home!

- Never! Come on, Frogtown!

[rock music]

- ♪ Ribbit! Ribbit! ♪

♪ ♪

- All right,

let's give it to 'em!

- ♪ Ribbit! Ribbit! ♪

[all playing at once]

♪ ♪

[howls]

- ♪ Ribbit! Ribbit! ♪

[all continue to play at once]

- What? You too scared to keep

playing?

Quadtown rules...

Are very important

to every household.

- Oh, hey, Mom,

you're home early.

- Yeah, I couldn't relax

at the spa.

I think it's time

you boys went home now.

- But we signed

a rental agreement.

- Declan McManus, would you

like me to call your mother?

- No, ma'am. We're out.

- Okay, let's go.

Let's go. Thank you.

- [hisses]

- I heard that, Jeffrey.

- Sss... sorry, Mrs. Harper.

- [sighs]

- Okay, this is

not what it looks like.

- See, the thing is--

[all speaking at once]

- Kids, kids, quiet.

Quiet.

[whispers]

Mom's smiling.

What are you smiling at?

- The kids.

You.

This is my happy place.

all: It is?

- It is.

- You-- you're not mad?

- To be honest

I expected a lot worse.

I mean,

everyone's wearing pants.

The couch isn't on fire,

and there's no donkeys.

I'm good.

- Yes.

Super Dad does it again.

- Mom, Dad, we're really sorry.

- Yeah.

None of this would have happened

if we'd just followed the rules.

- Guess that's why you guys

make them for us.

- Well, I guess there's only

one thing left for you to do.

- Clean up?

- Yep.

But first, why don't you

play me that song?

- This one's for a very special

lady named Mom.

- Two, three, four!

- all: ♪ Squishy! Squishy! ♪

♪ He's our pet ♪

♪ And he's so cute

you won't forget ♪

- Wow. They are loud.

- It's music to my ears.

- all: ♪ It's a little wet! ♪

[disorganized music]

[whistling]

♪ ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

- ♪ Yeah! ♪

- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

- ♪ Yeah! ♪