Original subtitles

[upbeat music]

- Whoa.

- Let me see.

- No, let me see.

- What are you doing?

- Ah!

- Dawn, please,

we're in the tub!

- Yeah, a little privacy.

- Oh, I'm sorry,

I'll leave you alone

to spy on the neighbors.

- Thank you.

- You know, we're not

supposed to be spying.

The FBI was very clear.

- They were very clear about

the old neighbors.

They said nothing about

the new neighbors.

- Wait,

there's new neighbors?

- Yeah, and they have

a kid our age.

- There's a kid our age?

Out of my way.

Whoa.

You know what this means?

all: Oh, yeah.

- Gentlemen, we have been

waiting for this Moment

our entire lives.

This girl is our ticket

to finally getting inside...

all: The tree house.

[upbeat music]

[inaudible]

- Oh, would you put that away?

She's gonna see you.

Okay, all we have to do

is go over there and

make a new friend and get

invited into that tree house.

- Yeah.

- Totally.

- Tree house.

- I-- I mean not that

the tree house is

the only reason that we want

to be friends with her.

- No.

- Totally.

- Of course not.

- Uh-oh, looks like she's

already making friends.

- Well, they better

back off.

There's not enough room in

that tree house for all of us.

- Or maybe there is.

- Yeah, I bet it has

an open floor plan.

- And smart

storage solutions!

- Okay!

She's free!

Time to turn on

that Harper charm.

Move, move, move.

Oh, well,

hello there.

- Welcome to Edgewood.

- Hi, I'm Syd.

- And we're the

Harper quads.

- Oh.

Got to go.

- Where's she running to?

- Whoa.

She got far fast.

Ah!

[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 ♪

- Okay, what

just happened?

Why did Syd run away?

Do we smell?

- Pit check.

- We're all fine.

But from now on,

we check our own pits.

Back to why this girl

thinks we're weird.

- Maybe it wasn't us.

Maybe it was her.

- Yeah, maybe she's

just not that nice.

- Have you guys met Syd?

She's so nice.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- We sit next to each other

in math class.

She invited me to come hang

in her tree house.

She's super friendly.

- Super friendly?

Maybe it is us.

- She doesn't

even know us.

- Yeah, if she's not

gonna like us, she should at

least know us first.

- I say we go over there,

show her who we are,

and give her a real reason

not to like us.

- Or we could go over there,

get her to like us,

and then get in

that tree house.

- Yeah.

- Totally.

- I can't wait.

- Not like the tree house

is the only reason

that we want to be

friends with her.

- No.

- Totally.

- Of course not.

[upbeat music]

- Stop by the

tree house sometime.

- Hi, I think we got off

on the wrong foot. I'm Dawn.

- You're on my foot.

- Sorry.

- Hi, I'm Ricky.

- I'm Nicky.

- I'm Dicky.

You like fro-yo?

I know a place.

- Oh, we live

right next door.

We're super fun, and we really

want to hang out with you.

- In your tree house.

- Or wherever.

- It's not like that's

the only reason we want

to be friends with you.

- What? No.

- You're hilarious.

- Sorry, I got to go.

- Uh, no, wait.

We really, really, really

want to hang out with you.

- You're scaring her off.

Three "really"s, really?

- Me? Maybe it was your really,

really, really tiny pants.

- Oh, please,

we all know it was

Dicky's overly aggressive

fro-yo invite.

- For the record,

she hasn't said no.

- What are you talking about?

[Dawn yelling indistinctly]

- Please stop!

I can't be friends

with you.

- Sorry. We're not

always like this.

- Well, actually,

we kind of are.

Once you get to know us,

it grows on you.

- No, it's not your

personalities.

- Oh, good.

- It's your reputation.

all: What?

- You're bad kids.

All the neighbors warned

my parents to stay away

from the quadruplets

who live next door.

- Well,

that could be anybody.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Sorry.

- Maybe we should make friends

with the quadruplets next door.

[upbeat music]

- Whoa. There's a lot of

activity over there.

- Bet Syd's having a tree

housewarming party without us.

- How did we get

this reputation?

We are not bad kids.

- Yeah, we're good kids.

- Yeah.

We're so good, they could make

a TV show about us.

- Totally.

"Dawn,

Nicky, Ricky, Dicky."

- No, it'd be called

"Ricky,

Dawn, Dicky, Nicky."

- No, it'd be called

"Dicky."

- And?

- That's it.

Just "Dicky."

- You guys are all wrong.

It'd be called "Nicky, Ricky,

Dicky, and Dawn."

- [laughs]

That's ridiculous.

- Yeah, right.

- Who'd watch that?

- Seriously.

- [sighs]

Kids, the FBI

was very clear.

- Mom, are we

bad kids?

- No.

'Course you're not bad kids.

I mean, you are spying

on our neighbors.

And it was your fault the couch

caught on fire that one time,

but no,

doesn't mean you're bad.

And you set up a secret club

in our garage that sent

a rodeo bull through

the living room wall.

And you were kicked

out of summer camp

and thrown out of every

doctor's office in the state.

And you broke into

Candace Parker's tour bus.

Just rented out our garage

to a rock band

and got trapped in a dumpster

at the mall.

And you have been asked

to never return to

De Pietro's Wall Oven Pizza,

El Pepper Pot, and

pretty much every other family

restaurant in a ten-mile radius.

But that doesn't

make you bad kids,

because that would make

your Dad and me bad parents.

[cell phone ringing]

And we are not bad parents.

[cell phone ringing]

Tom, are we bad parents?

- Did you hear that?

We're not bad kids.

They're bad parents.

- Look, nobody's bad.

All those bad things

have simple explanations.

We just need to go over there

and show her the real "Dawn,

Nicky, Ricky, and Dicky."

- You mean the real

"Ricky,

Dawn, Dicky, and Nicky."

[all arguing]

[upbeat music]

- ♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la,

la, la, la, la ♪

[all shouting]

- Okay, enough!

We figure out the name

of the show later.

Right now, we have to keep

our eye on the prize.

- And there it is.

- Whoa.

- Coolest...

- Tree house...

- Dog poop.

What?

There's dog poop everywhere.

- What are you

doing here?

- Just for the record,

that's dog poop.

- I told you

we can't be friends.

- We know, and we totally

respect your wishes.

We just always welcome new

people to the neighborhood.

- And nothing says welcome to

the neighborhood like croquet.

It's the game of kings.

- And good kids.

- Oh, we also brought some

tasty food for you to enjoy.

- In your tree house.

- Or wherever.

- It's not like

that's the only reason we want

to be friends with you.

- No way, we like you for you.

- Yeah, you know?

- Yes.

- Okay, so why don't

we set the spread up

for you

in your tree house?

I'm sure your party guests

would like a snack.

- I'm not having a party.

- But we heard music and

saw a lot of activity up there.

- So you're spying on me?

- Spying?

Us?

That's rich.

[laughter]

- Spying?

More like not spying.

- We never spy.

- You're hilarious.

- Well, if you must know,

I was up there

listening to music

and building birdhouses

for homeless birds.

- Aw, good for you.

Noble cause.

- We do a lot of

bird charity work too.

- We dream of a day

where every bird will have

a nest to call their own.

- But for now, let's

dig into this fried chicken.

- In your tree house.

- Or wherever.

- Look, I'm not buying

the good kid routine.

Please leave.

- Wait, Syd, all those bad

things you heard about us,

they all have

good explanations.

- Yeah, we're just victims

of circumstance.

- Really, you have to go.

- We're sure if you get to know

the real us, you'll see.

- Guys, look.

It's not that I don't want

to hang out with you.

It's that I can't.

If I do, I'll be too tempted

to do bad stuff.

- What?

Why?

- Because the truth is,

I'm a bad kid.

That's why

we had to move here.

And if I mess up one more time,

I have to go to boarding school.

That's why I make birdhouses:

so I don't get into trouble.

I'm sorry.

- We won't let you mess up.

- 'Cause we're good kids.

- Oh, uh, good kids

with bacon dumplings.

- I do love bacon.

- Every good kid does.

- Fine, one dumpling.

Then you have to leave.

Holy mother of pig meat!

- All right, well, I guess

I'll just take the rest

of these back to our--

- Wait!

Maybe you don't have

to leave just yet.

- Bacon wins again.

- So why don't we climb up

into your tree house,

where you can enjoy

a dumpling and a view?

- We can't.

My Dad says the tree is old,

and he worries

it's not strong enough to hold

more than two kids at a time.

- Hey, no rush, no presh.

- Yeah, we'll dumpling

down here.

- Tree house later.

- Yeah, the boys can set up

the picnic table,

and you and I

can enjoy some croquet.

- The game of kings.

- And good kids.

- Make sure you lock

the legs in place.

- "Make sure you lock

the legs in place."

I think I know how

to set up a table.

Why do you have to be

so bossy?

- I'm not being bossy.

I'm being right.

- Quit arguing.

We need to create ambience.

- "We need to

create ambience."

- What are you talking about?

- [imitating Ricky]

- See?

You just whack the ball

and hit it through

the little loopy thingy.

- See?

The legs are locked.

- Ow!

[clattering]

[cat howls]

[tires screech]

[horn honks]

- Who did that?

[grunts]

I'm keeping the ball.

Oh, I stepped in

dog poop!

- I can't believe

you guys did that.

- We didn't do it

on purpose.

- Yeah, that was our Mom.

- That was your Mom?

You guys are cold.

- We're not cold;

we're victims of circumstance.

- If Dicky had locked the legs

in like I told him to...

- Oh, so now

it's my fault.

- Well actually, it's Dawn's

fault; she whacked the ball.

- Because Dicky

can't set up a table.

- Told you.

- Stop arguing!

You guys are worse

than I thought.

And I like it!

Check this out!

[glass shatters]

[tires screech]

[crash]

[glass shatters]

[tires screech]

[crash]

- I'm keeping

this one too!

[upbeat music]

[upbeat music]

- I don't see Syd anywhere.

- Do you think

she ditched school?

I mean, now that she's

all bad again?

- Just because she had

one little slip-up

doesn't mean

she's all bad again.

Hopefully, she slept it off

and will be back

on her best behavior.

- Which would be great,

because we'd finally get

to go up in her tree house.

- Yeah.

- Totally.

- I can't wait.

- Not like that's

the only reason

we want

to be friends with her.

- Yeah.

- Totally.

- Of course not.

- Ooh, here she comes.

- Good morning, neighbors.

- Yes, it is

a good morning.

A good morning

to be good.

- Speaking of which, we're

really sorry about yesterday.

- You guys have nothing

to be sorry about.

You were just trying

to make me feel welcome.

And you did.

I finally feel like

my old bad self again.

- But what about your

new good self?

- Boring.

Just like this lame sweater.

- What's wrong with

that sweater?

It's just like mine.

- It's fine for you,

but I look better in this.

- Whoa.

You do look pretty awesome.

- Thank you.

Now,

let's go break something.

- Wait, aren't you afraid

of getting caught?

Remember?

Boarding school?

- I'm not gonna

get caught.

So you with me?

We can do a lot of damage

before homeroom.

- Uh, no, thanks. I'm kind of a

"by the rules" kind of guy.

- Me too, but

thanks for asking.

- I've got a spotless record,

so no can do.

- I would, but these three

get kind of judge-y.

- I knew you guys

weren't really bad.

- Hold on;

we're too bad

to hang out with you

when you're good,

but when you're bad,

we're not bad enough?

- Pretty much.

See ya.

- This is terrible.

- She's gonna get caught.

- And sent away.

- And it's our fault

she turned bad again.

So we need to do

the right thing:

follow her around and stop her

from doing the wrong thing.

- So we can get into

that tree house.

- Yeah.

- Totally.

- I can't wait.

- Not like that is

the only reason that we want to

be friends with her.

- Yeah.

- No.

- Of course not.

- [gasps]

Uh-oh.

Syd's on the

library table.

- What is she doing?

- I'm not sure if it's

a whip or a nae nae, but I'm

certain it's a no-no.

[upbeat music]

- I lost Syd in the cafeteria.

Have you guys seen her?

- No, but I think she drew a

moustache on the lunch lady.

- That was already there.

- Well, that's good news for us

but bad news for Mr. Lunch Lady.

- I don't see how

we can keep this up.

I've already been tardy

to two classes.

I don't do tardy.

- Hey, guys.

- Have you seen Syd?

- Not since

Mr. Williams' class.

Have you guys noticed that she

seems different today?

- No.

- Didn't notice.

- The same old Syd.

- We didn't do a thing

to change her.

- Dicky.

- Speaking of Mr. Williams,

did you hear someone stole

his answer book?

- Guys, this is not good.

- No, it is good.

He cancelled tomorrow's test.

Now I have time

to paint my kitty's claws

before her birthday party.

It's her cats-eañera.

- Okay, I know

Syd is a bad kid,

but I don't think she'd do

something this bad.

- Yeah, there's no way

she stole the answer book.

She stole the answer book.

- And now she's climbing

back down without it.

She hid it

in the tree house.

If she gets caught

with that book,

it's "hello, boarding school"

for her

and "good-bye,

tree house" for us.

- But again, it's not like

that's the only reason

we want to

be friends with her.

- Yeah.

- No.

- Of course not.

- Did you have to

take a bath now?

- I was here first.

- Okay, I'm gonna run over to

Syd's and get that book back

so Mr. Williams

doesn't find out.

- Why do you get to be the one

who goes in the tree house?

- Because I'm the only one

wearing socks and shoes.

- Good.

She's gone.

Don't need these

anymore.

both: No!

[upbeat music]

- Whoa.

Look at this place.

Snacks, TV,

feather boas.

- Did she find the book yet?

- Doesn't look like it.

- Oh.

- Okay, focus, Dawn.

Have to find that answer key.

Where could it...

- Oh, no.

Here comes Syd.

And she's got a crowbar.

- Oh, we've got to

call Dawn and warn her.

[cell phone ringing]

- Hello,

Dawn Harper's phone.

- Really?

- I don't know who it was,

but they just hung up on me.

- Oh.

- Dawn found the book.

- Okay.

- [gasps]

Dawn?

What are you

doing up here?

- Uh, I was

looking for this.

We saw you

hide it up here.

[inaudible]

- Oh, Syd does not

look happy.

- You were spying on me?

Again?

The FBI should really

look into you guys.

- Oh, they have.

We were only spying on you

to look out for you.

I thought if I could sneak

this answer book back

into Mr. Williams' desk,

it would save you.

- I don't want to be saved.

Except from that bee.

I really hate bees.

- Look, there's nothing

to worry about.

Ah!

Bee!

- Dawn's fighting her way out.

- Okay.

I think

I scared it away.

But, look, we're only

trying to help you.

- If you really want to help,

hand me that can of paint.

- Oh, were you going to paint

the birdhouses red?

See, now, that's good.

- Forget birdhouses;

I'm gonna take these balloons

and fill them with red paint

and throw them at cars.

- See, now, that's bad.

- Relax. It's gonna be fun.

Here, let me open that can.

I'll show you.

- No.

- Syd's going after her

with the crowbar.

- I'm not gonna

let you do this.

[grunts]

[paint can clanking]

- Ah!

- What is it?

Ah!

- What is it?

Ah!

- We got to get over there.

Now!

- In case they call back.

♪ ♪

- ♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

- Stop hurting

our sister!

- Guys.

- Yeah, you mess with her,

you mess with all of us.

- Guys.

- I am not one for

roughhousing,

but I will throw down

for my sister.

- Guys.

I'm okay.

- But then what's with

all the blood?

- Uh, it's not blood.

It's red paint.

- Oh, thank goodness.

I really don't know

how to throw down.

- I would never hurt Dawn.

- Well, ever since

we turned you bad again,

we didn't know

what you were capable of.

- Do you really

want to go to boarding school?

- No.

The four of you are lucky.

You look out for each other.

I guess I'm lucky you've been

looking out for me.

- Hey, that's what

friends do for each other.

- Guys, look at this place.

- Yeah, it's amazing.

- Look at all the

smart storage solutions.

- Hey, there's five

of us up here.

- Huh.

My Dad was wrong.

This thing can hold

more than two people.

Guess the tree's stronger

than he thought.

all: Aww.

[creaking]

- What was that?

[rumbling]

- Wow.

Fell to the ground,

and it's--

it's still

in one piece.

- I guess it's not

a total disaster.

- Yeah.

- What?

- Now it's

a total disaster.

- I guess we all shouldn't have

gone up there at the same time.

- Once again,

victims of circumstance.

We tried to do something good,

and something bad happened.

[bang]

It never ends.

- It's okay.

You may have ruined

my tree house,

but you've given me something

much more valuable:

your friendship.

- Aw.

- And I know something

we friends can do together

that's better than hanging

in a silly old tree house.

You know, I used to

find this boring,

but now that I'm doing it

with friends, it's kind of fun.

- Yeah.

This is great.

- So much fun.

- Way better than hanging out

in a tree house.

- I have a splinter.

- You know,

I used to think

you guys were just using me

for my tree house,

but now I can see that our

friendship is built to last.

- Oh, well.

- I guess that's it for today.

- Got to go.

♪ ♪

[whistling]

♪ ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

- ♪ Yeah! ♪

- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

- ♪ Yeah! ♪