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[grunts in effort]

[screams, grunts] [snarling]

♪

EEP: I'm Eep. Of the Croods clan.

[screeches]

Gotcha!

[caws]

[grunts]

And I'm on the hunt.

[grunts]

But not for food.

That's old Eep. I'm new Eep.

[growls]

[grunts]

[whoops] Whoo!

[screeches]

[grunts]

Ha! [screeches]

[grunts]

[screeches]

And new Eep just needs a pen.

♪

‐ ♪ Let's live wild, the world's our own ♪

♪ We built this wheel now it's gunna roll ♪

♪ You know a spark becomes a fire wherever we go ♪

♪ Whoa‐ho‐ho ♪

♪ Stuck together, stuck, stuck together ♪

♪ It's an evolution for worse or for better ♪

♪ To find some unity ♪

♪ For all humanity ♪

♪ Because we're stuck together ♪

♪ In one big family tree ♪

‐ Dear Bark Journal,

so what put the new in new me?

I'm glad I asked myself that question.

I was walking with my family,

my dad Grug, my mom Ugga,

my little brother Thunk, my little sister Sandy,

my gran Gran, and Guy,

as in my guy, the guy of my dreams but real.

And we hit a wall.

So, of course, Dad smashed through it.

And there was a farm and a tree house.

And a family, the Bettermans, Phil, Hope and their daughter Dawn.

They weren't happy about their wall, and we didn't get along.

But then we were attacked by these crazy punch monkeys

so we had to team up to survive.

It went so well, the Bettermans invited us to move in,

and, boom, first neighborhood ever!

And, boom, again, first best friend ever!

Dawn rocks!

But the punch monkeys don't,

so welcome back, wall, and hello, peace and quiet.

Yep, the Croods are livin' easy now.

Except it's not so easy.

[Gran moaning unenthusiastically] [Sandy growling]

[Ugga humming unenthusiastically]

‐ [sighs deeply] Is it night yet?

‐ No, honey, we just woke up.

‐ Aw, come on!

[sighs deeply] No hunting, no chasing.

‐ No fighting.

[growling]

‐ Sorry, Sandy.

Nothing to fight here.

The farm has food, shelter, and safety.

It's comfortable, predictable‐‐

‐ And so‐o‐o‐o boring!

[sighs deeply] ‐ Relaxing?

Good. Keep doing that.

‐ Can we help with anything, Hope?

‐ Nope. Everything's taken care of.

[sniffing] Ew!

So I'll make lunch

and you stay out of the way and do nothing.

Bye!

‐ Do nothing?

We're the Croods!

We hunt Kangadillos.

We topple trees.

We paint the things we do on rocks.

We gotta have a purpose on this farm.

Because, if we don't, we're as useless as a slugopotamus.

And the Croods aren't slugopotomuses.

‐ As far as we know.

‐ Is doing nothing really so bad?

Look how happy Douglas is.

[Douglas howls softly]

See? I've always said moving is overrated.

Oh, uh, could someone move my cup closer to my mouth?

‐ [grunts] Thunk's right.

Down time has an upside.

More time for stolen kisses.

‐ Morning, Guy.

[grunts]

[chattering]

‐ More time for careless whispers. Whoops.

‐ Hmm. More time for cuddling.

‐ No. No time for cuddling.

‐ Wh... What about the sleep pile?

We did that every night in our old life.

[snoring, whistling]

‐ That's family cuddling.

It's completely different.

‐ Fine. New Eep and Guy can cuddle with our eyes.

‐ Hey. ‐ Hey.

‐ Hey!

‐ Hey! Something to do just ran by. [pigator squeals]

[squealing]

EEP: Mom's right.

Pigator on the loose.

‐ Let's grab it and stab it!

‐ Or, we can redirect that stabbing energy into something less stabby.

‐ Uh, I'm still waiting for someone to move my cup. Yeah.

[squealing] [panting]

[all howl]

[pigator squealing]

[both howl]

[Grug howls] [all panting]

[squeals sharply]

[all grunt]

[growling] [pigator squealing]

‐ Ooh!

[pigator squealing]

‐ [pants] Aw!

Morning, Phil.

‐ Good morning.

Just testing my new trap.

So no more runaway pigators.

‐ But we were gonna catch that pigator.

‐ No need. This trap is flawless.

Just like the rest of the system that runs this farm.

So keep doing nothing, Croods.

It suits you.

‐ What was that?

‐ Oh, that's a bounceberry.

They're ripe. It's time to harvest them.

‐ Ooh! Uh, we'll do that!

‐ Oh, I don't think so.

Bounceberries are a favorite fruit around here.

And they can be tricky. Even dangerous.

‐ Great! We love danger. We're in.

‐ You're out. It's taken care of.

‐ Uh, let me guess. By the system?

‐ Precisely. With me at the helm.

So, if you'll excuse me, I need to limber up before the harvest.

Time for a steam in the man cave.

[all groan]

‐ Come on.

There has to be something we can do around here

‐ You know who has ideas?

Guy‐Boy, I can hear those wheels turning.

‐ You get one pet name a day.

So that's it. You're done.

‐ Well, one idea is both sides compromise and live in peace.

‐ Ha. That'll never work.

‐ You just need something to do to be happy.

But it doesn't have to be work, right?

So, how about a game?

Ooh. How about this,

you find something and then you throw it?

[grunts] [chicken seal screeches]

It's called "Throw."

Yeah. Throw might need some work.

‐ Better idea,

we stop doing what Phil and Hope tell us to do

and we start doing what we wanna do.

Because this is our home now.

‐ Yes.

‐ Grug, go tell Phil that's what's happening.

‐ Aw, in the steam?

‐ Yes. And I'll tell Hope I'm gonna help her.

Whether she likes it or not.

‐ Dawn will love this.

Her whole life, her parents have been so worried about her getting hurt,

they've never let her do anything.

Let's go, Guy‐baby.

‐ One pet name a day. That's two.

[sighs deeply]

‐ You're always welcome in my man cave, Grug.

My steam is your steam.

‐ Uh, yeah, thanks.

So I'm here to tell you‐‐

[sizzling]

So I'm here to‐‐

[sizzling] [grunts in frustration]

[sighs]

I'm here to tell you things‐‐

[sizzling]

are going to change around here.

‐ Of course.

Let's talk about that.

‐ Great, so we're gonna‐‐

‐ After the steam.

‐ Right, but‐but Ugga said‐‐

‐ Steam first, talk after.

‐ Okay, but, uh, I'm‐‐

‐ Steam, then talk.

‐ But‐‐

‐ Steam, talk.

[sizzling]

‐ Well, how long of a steam?

Phil?

Phil? Phil?

Phil, where'd you go? Phil!

‐ Yes? [screams]

[groans]

[groans]

See? You're completely relaxed, thanks to the steam.

[sizzling]

‐ So sweet of you to offer.

But I'm making lunch. Okay?

‐ No. We're making lunch. Together.

‐ Ohh. You wanna help make lunch?

In my kitchen?

‐ Our kitchen.

‐ Of course. Our kitchen.

Because you live here now.

So we share the kitchen, that was once mine. Good.

‐ I'm glad you're not upset.

[forced laughter]

‐ Upset?

In the kitchen I helped build from nothing

that I never had to share with anyone before now?

How could I be upset? That's crazy.

[Gran grunts] [thuds]

‐ We're cooking meat, right?

Because that's all I eat. Meat.

‐ Oh, good. More help.

Well, we're making soup, so‐‐

‐ Soup? You got it.

[sighs]

[chicken seal clucks]

[gobbling]

‐ So you don't know what soup is.

‐ Nope.

[clucking]

‐ Ew.

[screeching] [screaming]

‐ You're saying we're gonna do something around here?

But my parents don't want me doing anything.

Even playing Throw like this.

'Cause they think I'll die.

‐ I'm so glad you guys like Throw.

‐ Forget your parents.

Because we're not gonna do anything.

We're gonna do everything.

DAWN: Whoa, game changer.

You're saying I could eat breakfast for dinner?

I could get dirty and stay dirty?

I could tell my parents what to do?

‐ Exactly. And that's just the start.

‐ Breakfast‐dinner? The best.

Dirt? Never gets old.

But I think your parents like to be in charge.

It's their thing. So maybe we start smaller.

‐ Smaller how?

‐ Well, what if we added something to Throw, like catching?

Ooh! We could call it Catch.

‐ Hey, uh, could one of you move my cup closer to my mouth?

‐ Or you could just get your cup.

‐ Are you nuts?

It's all the way across the farm by my hammock.

‐ Thunk, wanna play Catch? Catch.

[screams]

‐ Or we go bigger. Bigger like a‐‐

[gasps] Bounceberry.

Let's bounce!

[screams]

[groans]

[squeaking, grunting]

♪

‐ Lunch is served.

‐ Which is what I used to say because I always served lunch.

But now Ugga's doing it.

And I'm fine with that.

Because I have to be.

Or do I?

[grunts] [plates thud]

[liquid sloshes]

‐ Wh‐‐ What? Why would you‐‐

‐ Oops. Ugga spilled the soup.

But don't worry, I'll make a new lunch.

‐ We'll make a new lunch.

‐ Perfect. [forced laughter]

[sighs deeply]

‐ At least they have something to do. Lucky.

EEP: Well, so do we.

Bounceberries.

‐ Bounceberries?

‐ Bounceberries!

‐ Bananas!

We're saying fruits, right?

‐ Uh, no. Bounceberries.

We're gonna help you harvest them.

‐ And you will not... uh, stop me?

‐ Strong start, Dawn. Keep going.

‐ Because, you don't... own me!

‐ Comin' in a little hot, Dawn.

‐ Let's do this.

I know nothing about bounceberries but they're my jam.

UGGA: Ooh, bounceberry jam.

Great idea.

We'll make it together, Hope.

‐ [sarcastically] Sure.

First lunch, then bounceberry jam.

In fact, why don't you just make a to‐do leaf for us?

‐ Already done. Here you go.

♪ intense music plays ♪

‐ So it's settled.

We'll all harvest the bounceberries together?

‐ Done deal! Bounceberries! Boom!

‐ You're heating up instead of cooling down, Dawn.

‐ I'm sorry, Croods, but we have a system here.

And, if you disrupt it, there could be chaos.

‐ Works for me.

[yells]

[grunts angrily]

‐ Ugh. You keep saying system.

What system?

♪

‐ I spent years creating an intricate system to run our farm.

Don't touch the system.

Our food, our water, even our cooling breezes

are made possible by the system.

I said, don't touch the system.

"Don't" is the key word.

For example, these vines gently gather chicken seal eggs

and carry them to baskets without cracking a single egg.

It's a flawless system.

[crashing, thudding] [gasps]

[clucking]

Ugh!

[all gasp]

Which is why I said... don't touch it.

THUNK: Whew. There you are.

I've been looking all over the farm for you guys.

Hey, uh, could someone please move my cup closer to my‐‐

[screams, groans]

[gasps]

[groans]

[grunts in annoyance]

‐ If your system's so great, why did it break?

‐ Yeah, we don't break.

Guess we're better than your system.

‐ You? Better than my system?

[laughing]

Preposterous.

‐ Try us. On the bounceberries.

‐ Eep can do it, Phil.

When she goes after something, she gets it.

Like my heart.

[gasps in awe]

‐ Well, unlike your heart, I can't risk the bounceberry harvest.

They're too delicious to squander.

So only the Bettermans can tame the bouncy beast.

‐ What? We hate doing it.

We only do it because we have no choice.

And you almost die during every harvest.

PHIL: [screams] Oh, no!

No, no, no! [groans]

[groans]

Help! They're gonna get me!

‐ This year we have a choice.

The Croods wanna help, so let them.

‐ You're right.

Why stand in the way of the Croods' happiness?

Besides, what's the worst that could happen?

[all groan] Ugh.

‐ Boy, those eggs were really up there, huh?

‐ Bounceberries, they may look fun,

but they're not.

‐ Because they're heavy?

No problem. ‐ No.

‐ Poisonous? ‐ Seriously?

They're called bounceberries.

‐ Right.

So they stink.

‐ So close.

But I think they bounce.

Because bounce‐berries.

CROODS: Ohh!

‐ And they're hard to catch

because the moment they leave the bush,

they bounce for the hills.

‐ No problem.

Eep, Guy, you run point and drive the berries forward.

Gran, Sandy, you're in the wings.

And you'll all herd the berries to this point here

so Ugga and I can catch them.

‐ What about me? What's my job?

‐ Oh, Dawn. This is too dangerous for you.

You could get bruised. Or bumped. Or tired.

You can watch from behind that rock.

‐ No. You can't make me watch my life anymore.

[determined]: 'Cause now I'm gonna live it!

[in normal voice]: I‐I mean, if that's okay with you, Mom.

‐ Nice heat adjustment, Dawn.

‐ Very well, let's do a trial run with a few bushes.

A dry bounce, if you will.

But first, some rules.

Rule number one, do not eat the bounceberries when harvesting them.

Here's why‐‐ [grunts]

GRUG: Go!

♪

Ha! [grunts]

‐ Wanna bounce, Guy‐lyface?

‐ Only if I'm bouncing with you, Eepykins.

EEP: Ooh!

‐ That's three pet names today!

Three!

Way too many.

♪

♪ romantic music playing ♪

[giggles]

Focus!

[yells]

[grunts]

♪

‐ That's not harvesting. That's frolicking.

‐ If you're enjoying it, you're doing it wrong.

[pants, grunts]

[both chuckle]

[gasps]

[gasps]

[grunts]

[both grunt]

‐ My dad was right. This is just like a kangadillo chase!

‐ Even better, everyone's cooperating and happy‐‐

Aah!

Except me.

‐ Your head looks like a bounceberry.

Yah!

‐ Oh, no! Where are Mom and Dad?

‐ They're MIA! Sandy, break those berries.

[snarls]

[growls]

DAWN: I got this one!

[grunts sharply] No, I don't!

BOTH: Dawn!

DAWN: Whoa!

‐ Never fear. I'll catch you.

[yells] [laughs]

[groans]

DAWN: Sorry, Dad!

‐ Nice catch, Phil.

[grunts]

‐ Sorry, Mom!

‐ Oh, no! I think these bounceberries are going for a swim.

‐ Oh, no, they're not.

[both howling]

[both grunt]

‐ Who wants bounceberries?

‐ I do. Eat up, gang.

[grunting] Mm! Mm!

PHIL: No!

I told you not to eat them.

[gulps]

‐ Why not? We caught it. We eat it.

‐ Right. Also, sticky.

DAWN: Woo‐hoo! ‐ No!

‐ Whoo!

I'm alive!

[grunts] And stuck.

‐ Ugh.

‐ I don't mind being stuck.

GRUG: I mind.

Stop sticking!

[Sandy panting]

UGGA: No, no, no, Sandy, don't‐‐

Uh... never mind, sweetie.

‐ That's why you can't eat them during the harvest.

The berry juice makes you sticky.

And when you're sticky, you can't harvest berries.

Just ask Hope.

♪

[both scream]

‐ Yep.

I learned the hard way.

And I guess I get to do it again this year

on top of completely losing control of everything in my life!

‐ So, now that you're all too sticky to finish the harvest,

we have to find another solution so we don't have to do it.

‐ Huh? Huh? What about us?

They just left us.

‐ You think that's bad? I'm their daughter.

‐ Don't worry. I'll get us free.

Just need to use some muscle.

[grunts in effort]

Or a lot of muscle.

[grunts sharply, sighs]

‐ Or we wait for them to come back.

‐ Hang tight! I'll kick you loose.

‐ No! Anything but your‐‐ [yelps]

‐ Guy, get your face off my feet.

[groans]

‐ It's okay, guys. Thunk'll save us.

[all laugh] UGGA: That's good.

‐ Cup... too far. [groans]

‐ They're not coming back.

‐ It's fine. Because we're going to pull ourselves apart on three.

Ready?

One‐‐ ‐ For freedom!

[all grunting in effort]

[all groan]

[all grunting]

[all groan]

‐ That didn't work. But it did bring us closer together.

So close, it's hard to imagine being apart from you.

‐ Oh, Guy. You're so romantic.

‐ No. No romance.

We're stuck here forever.

We need to decide which one of us we're gonna eat first.

[Phil clears throat]

Ha‐ha! I knew you'd come back.

Didn't doubt it for a second.

You‐you can get us free, right?

GRAN: For freedom!

‐ Of course. All it takes is water.

‐ Water? That's it?

Why didn't you free us right away then?

‐ Free you? When the bounceberries are ready to be harvested?

One must have priorities.

‐ And priority number one is making sure we don't have to do it.

‐ Yes, as we recently established, I don't enjoy it.

And you don't follow directions.

But now it's in good hands.

Or should I say fists?

‐ Why would you say fists?

[Phil clears throat]

♪ heavy metal music plays ♪

CROODS: Punch monkeys?

‐ Not good.

‐ Why? Because punch monkeys do nothing but punch, steal, lie, destroy

and generally make our lives more difficult in every way?

‐ True, we've had our differences.

But that's history.

They're strong, fast, they've got big hands,

and unlike you, they listen.

[groans softly]

So I asked them to give us a fist and they said yes.

‐ But this was our job.

‐ And now it's not. Isn't that great?

‐ No! This was our purpose.

It was gonna save us from being useless.

Like a slugopotamus.

‐ And I'm no slugopotamus.

‐ No, you're like a beautiful meteor shower.

But on the ground.

‐ Comin' in a little hot, Guy. ‐ Okay.

‐ And you have a lot to learn about meteor showers.

Now, gawk as the punch monkeys do what you couldn't,

finish the harvest.

And for a mere one banana per monkey.

‐ Someone should tell them that.

[chattering]

‐ [gasps] What are you doing? Stop!

[grunts] [screeches sharply]

Huh. I don't understand that punch.

Uh, Guy, you speak better punch monkey than I do.

What did he say?

‐ He said you told them that they could take all the bananas they want.

‐ What? No!

That's a mis‐puncher‐standing.

I said one. Like this.

‐ There's your mistake.

That's not one. That's all.

This means one.

‐ Ooh! Really? This means one?

‐ No. That means thirsty.

This means one.

‐ This?

‐ No. This!

‐ Oh. Thanks for clearing that up.

[grunts] [screeches]

[Phil groaning] What are they saying now?

‐ They feel misled. So they're gonna take all our food.

Right after they trash the farm to teach you a little lesson

in honesty and integrity.

‐ They said all that with punches?

‐ It's a rich, mysterious language.

[screeching angrily]

‐ So, Croods, you still want to help with the bounceberry harvest, yes?

‐ By stopping the punch monkeys?

‐ And fixing your mistake?

‐ Oh, I wouldn't put it like that.

‐ I would. That's exactly it.

‐ We're on it.

‐ And I'm all over it because this is how I roll now!

All Dawn, no rules, so deal with it!

‐ Same team, Dawn.

‐ Yeah. The Kill Team!

‐ Uh, no.

No killing necessary.

Here's the plan‐‐

‐ No offense, but your plan is why we need a new plan.

‐ Right. So here's the plan.

Hey, punch monkeys!

You forgot the bounceberries.

‐ So we brought you a bunch.

‐ To go.

[all screech in fear]

GUY: Look at us, working together, bouncing together.

This is a real moment.

DAWN: Whoo‐‐ [screams]

Woo‐hoo!

Whoa!

Boy, I am really up here.

Oh, pretty clouds!

That one looks like a pillow.

And there's an egg, a coconut, Thunk,

a‐a‐and going down.

Whoo!

Going back up.

[both chuckle] GUY: Oh, yeah!

‐ Guy.

‐ Hey, no bounce‐frogging.

This is serious monkey business.

[punch monkeys screech]

[all grunt]

[screeching in fear]

‐ It's time to chew and shoo these monkeys outta here.

Everyone, chew!

[all chomp]

And shoo!

[screeching]

[screeching sharply]

Abandon berries!

[all grunt]

[all squeaking]

Gotcha!

[squeaking continues]

Phil and Hope, you're up!

♪

‐ And that's how you bounce punch monkeys out the door.

‐ Along with all our bounceberries!

Except for that one. Which you are eating.

[Sandy growls] [Gran grunts]

Ugh!

‐ The point is, we did it together.

We built a bridge between ourselves and we crossed it.

‐ No. The point is, we found our purpose here.

Fixing Phil's mistakes.

‐ Starting with the system.

‐ [energetically]: Yeah, let's crush the system!

‐ Ooh. And afterwards maybe we could play Catch.

‐ No! They'll ruin the system.

‐ Who cares?

If they're busy, I get my kitchen back. So I win.

Which means you win.

‐ You're right. High five.

‐ And we're stuck.

♪ vocalizing ♪

♪ closing theme playing ♪

♪