All language subtitles for The.Croods.Family.Tree.S01E06.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[grunts in effort]

[screams, grunts]
[snarling]

‐ My parents think caves are death traps,
but I love this!

‐ What's not to love?

When you know caves as well as I do,
they're not dangerous at‐‐

[creaks, snaps]
[screaming]

Okay, that never happens.

[creaks, snaps]
[screaming]

[both groan]

[coughs]

See? [coughs]

Safe as it‐‐

[coughs] gets.

[coughs]

‐ ♪ 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 ♪

‐ Roomy, dusty, spooky,

but not too spooky.

This is my kinda cave.

But why is your mom everywhere?

EEP:
Wait. Wh‐‐

I think this is my mom's memory cave.

After we moved to the farm,

Mom said she needed a way
to remember the past.

Look! It's my parents
before they were parents.

DAWN:
Wow! They're so young.

And hairy.

‐ Guess that was the style back then.

[gasps] Look, that's my mom and me
before I was born.

And there's my mom and dad
getting married.

And that must be their first date.

‐ What is that?

And why is your mom jumping over it?

EEP:
No idea.

But I know how we can find out.

[grunts]

♪

Mom, what is this?

UGGA:
It's your father and me.

[chuckles]

Look how young we were, Grug.

‐ That's not us.

‐ Yes it is.

We painted this together, remember?

‐ [gulps] Nope.

Complete blank.

‐ Ugh. You'd forget your own name
if I wasn't here to remind you.

‐ Heh. True.

It's‐it's Grug, right?

Wait, that's not it.
Grug's not a real name.

‐ No, I mean, what is that thing?

UGGA:
Ah, that's a bullrus.

Your dad and I,
we used to flop with the bullruses.

It was so dangerous.

We almost died every time.

[sighs in delight] Those were the days.

DAWN:
Ooh! Look at your dad's hair.

It's like a river... of hair.

‐ I had a pretty sweet mane back then.

‐ You know, Eep,
I was about your age in this painting.

Maybe it's time you and I went flopping.

‐ Ooh! And me! Take me, please!

‐ Whoo! Now you're talking
my talk words, Mom.

‐ Absolutely not.

‐ What? Why?

‐ It's too dangerous.

‐ But you did it!

‐ Just because we did
reckless, life‐threatening things

that were a blast and changed our lives

doesn't mean you can.

‐ So now you remember?

‐ Well, of course.
Because it was awesome.

Just like our love.

‐ Your dad's right.

We're your parents
and we're supposed to keep you alive.

But I know how to make it up to you.

A fun, mother‐daughter bonding day
at the hidden hot springs.

GRUG:
Hot springs?

How hot?

‐ Uh, actually they're
more like warm springs.

‐ Great. The exact opposite
of what I wanna do.

Warm springs.

Fine, but I get to bring Dawn.

‐ I'm in. Warm springs!

‐ Uh, yeah, actually, Eep, I was thinking
it would just be you and me.

Besides, Dawn, your mom
would never be okay

with you going beyond the wall
to the warm springs.

HOPE:
Warm springs?

We'd love to go.

‐ And you should.

Another time.

Because today it's just me and Eep.

‐ And me and Dawn? Great!

‐ Uh, I mean, are you sure?

The springs are actually pretty hot.

‐ Hot? You said they were warm.

‐ You know, it‐it's the warm side of hot.

Plus, it's really far away.

‐ Who cares how far away it is?

Any amount of walking is worth it
for warm springs.

‐ Or for flopping with the bullruses.

So maybe we just do that instead.

‐ I'm in!

Bullruses!

‐ Not a chance, Dawn. Way too dangerous.

Besides, what's more exciting
than sitting in water

that's the same temperature as the air?

I love warm springs.

‐ Warm springs? I'm in.

‐ [sighs] How did this go so wrong?

‐ You're out, dear.

This is
mother‐mother‐daughter‐daughter bonding.

‐ Oh. I see.

Well, I was kidding, obviously.

'Twas a mere jest.

I didn't actually want to join you
in a relaxing dip into luxurious waters

warmed by Mother Earth herself.

Because, uh, Grug and I are
going on a bro‐cation!

‐ No, we're not.
‐ Yes, we are.

It's going to be a real bro‐haha! [laughs]

‐ Well, we'll leave you
to your jam‐bro‐ree.

‐ Yes. Enjoy your bro‐asis.

‐ No, no, don't leave me here with‐‐

‐ Ready to bro down, bro?

‐ No! No more "bros."

‐ As you wish... after a few more!

For lunch, we'll have a bro‐becue

with bro‐tisserie chicken seal
and mashed bro‐tatos.

[laughs] Okay, I'm done. For now.

HOPE:
Isn't this refreshing?

We're outside the wall,
in the great outdoors,

hiking towards a secret paradise
of tepid water.

‐ I'm just happy to be doing anything.

‐ Right. Celebrate the little wins.

And this win is definitely little.

‐ And time for a break.

‐ What? We just left the farm. Literally.

‐ Sweetie, fan me.

[grunts in effort, yells]

‐ You know,
the springs are still quite a hike.

Why don't you and Dawn stay here
and take a dip in the lagoon

while Eep and I
spend the day together alone?

‐ Sorry, you sold me on warm, Uggs.

Do you mind if I call you Uggs?

You know, since we're journeying together
to a lukewarm oasis today?

‐ And for the rest of our lives
at this pace.

‐ Good point. Let's go, everyone.

The springs aren't getting any warmer.

And break.

Sweetie, did I say stop fanning?

[grunting in effort]

‐ For the last time, I don't wanna go
on a "bro'd trip" with you.

PHIL:
Nor do I, Grug.

That was just a ruse
for our better halves.

Because we're going to show them
what relaxing is all about.

By pampering ourselves silly.

‐ Have fun.

I'm going crowverine hunting. Alone.

‐ Yes. Hunting. Together. Good idea.

‐ That's not what I said.

‐ But it's what you meant.

And I know how we can hunt smarter,
not harder.

Instead of going out to hunt,
we'll bring the hunt to us.

‐ That's not hunting.

‐ Exactly.

♪

‐ Can we find another path?

This one's too warm.

‐ [whispering] I don't think
that's how paths work, Mom.

‐ If you don't like warm, why are you
going to the warm springs, Hope?

‐ Because that's a wet warm.

This is more of a dry warm.
Very different.

[insects buzzing]
Ugh.

Why are there so many bugs outside?

[rumbling]

‐ Heads up! Incoming!
[Dawn and Eep gasp]

♪

[grunts sharply]

‐ These bugs are a real problem.

Oh. Hey, Uggs.

You're a little on the close side.

Let's embrace personal space.

‐ I'll give you some space to embrace.

‐ Thank you.

Was that boulder always there?

‐ No.

‐ Whoa! That was amazing.

Your mom is so cool!

‐ Yeah.

But your mom is also‐‐

‐ Gah!

[screams]

‐ A mom.

[screams, grunts]

‐ No more bugs.

‐ Whoa. And a master bug slayer, I guess.

Where did that come from?

‐ I don't know.

I do know my mom hates bugs.

She says they're like dirt with wings.

‐ Can we find another path?

This one's too buggy.

‐ First, let's agree, if we get separated,

you'll head directly back
to the farm, okay?

‐ Sure. But that won't happen.

‐ Of course not. Just a precaution.

Whoa! What is that?

‐ Where? What are we looking at?

Ugga?

‐ Mom, what are we doing?

‐ [whispering]
We're reclaiming our time together.

If we don't move, she won't see us.

‐ Ugga, I see you.

[grunts in frustration]

‐ [chuckles nervously] I know.

That was a, uh, test separation.

You were supposed to go back to the farm.

But you're still here, so you failed.

‐ Wait. Uggs, are you
trying to get rid of us?

‐ Yes! I've been trying to get rid of you
since before we left.

I want you to go home.

‐ Wow. I'm starting to think
you want Dawn and me to go home.

‐ Probably because I just said that.

‐ Look, if you don't want us here,
just say so.

‐ I did say so!

Please leave!

‐ But why?

‐ Because today was supposed to be
just Eep and me.

And we're not going to the warm springs.

I just said that
so Grug wouldn't freak out.

We're going
to the flopping of the bullruses.

DAWN AND EEP:
Yes!

‐ No. Absolutely not.

We're going home.

Ugga, take us home.

‐ Sure thing. You stay here
and we'll pick you up

after we're done
flopping with the bullruses.

If there's trouble,
just do what you did to those bugs.

You'll be fine.

‐ That's right, Mom.
We'll catch you on the flopside.

‐ No. Dawn, you and I
are walking home on our own.

[insect buzzing]

[grunts] Not today, bug.

‐ But why can't I flop with the bullruses?

I'm basically an adult.

‐ If you were an adult,
you'd understand it's too dangerous.

‐ But how do you even know?

‐ I know because I'm your mother.

It's my job to keep you safe.

‐ Can you keep me safe the way
that Ugga keeps Eep safe?

That safe is awesome.

‐ Because that safe isn't safe.

But my safe is safe.

‐ Safe from, say, crowverines?

‐ Crowverines, lethal fungi, sunburns,
you name it.

‐ I meant those crowverines.

[squawks]

[screeches]

‐ You know what? It's time to be
the bigger person and take the high road.

We should find Ugga and forgive her
and then stay as close to her as possible.

‐ But you just said‐‐
‐ Forgiveness waits for no one, Dawn.

There's not a moment to lose.

[branch snaps]
[both screaming]

‐ [screams] Oh, no!

Now we're gonna be late for forgiveness.

UGGA: Need some help?

‐ You didn't think
we'd let you die out here, did you?

‐ [grunts] I didn't.

But I'm trusting to a fault.

Thanks for saving us.

‐ And I'm so glad we ran into you

because we've changed our minds.

We'll come to this
flopping of the bullruses.

But we'll be watching
from a safe distance.

Very safe.

We plan on making it out of this alive.

So can we find another path?
This one has too many pits.

[branch snaps]
[Hope screams]

See?

GRUG:
Ugh!

What are you spraying?

It smells like dead flowers.

‐ They're pheromones.

And to beasts of the wild,

the smell is so delightful,
they can't resist it.

[chatters]

[screeching]

Beauty lies in the nose of the inhaler.

Or the bro‐se, if you will.

‐ Why is it making my hands so soft?

‐ That's my hand.

‐ So where are all the animals?

‐ Oh, it takes a while
for the wind to scatter the scent,

so let's just relax and go with the bro.

‐ [sighs] That has to be the last bro.

‐ No way, Bro‐sè.

‐ Got this scar during my last flop.

[gasps]

I was sandwiched
between two bullruses out for blood.

But the bullruses didn't want my blood.

They wanted each other's blood.

So, when they charged, I jumped.

But one of their horns clipped my foot.

And instead of getting squashed,
I got scarred.

‐ Whoa.

Scary... in a good way.

Mom, do you have any scars like that?

‐ Oh, sure, I have a scar.

‐ I see it. I think.

How did you get it?

‐ It's quite a story.

[all gasp]

I got some mud on my arm,

so I tried to scrub it off,

but it was really on there.

So I scrubbed harder and...
I scrubbed too hard.

It's an eternal reminder of my ordeal.

[both grunt]

I'll be okay... in time.

[grunting]

‐ Whoa, Mom. How'd you do that?

‐ What, you think the hammocks at the farm
tied themselves?

‐ No, but hammocks also don't attack.

‐ And when something does attack,
you usually call for help.

What's going on, Hope?

‐ Maybe I'm tired of vines!

And walking. And you.

Why aren't we there yet?

Let's move, people!

♪

‐ I can't wait
for the flopping of the bullruses.

It's gonna be so much fun.

Uh, to watch.

‐ You're not just gonna watch, Dawn.

You're gonna flop.

‐ You heard my mom. It's a hard no.

‐ And I'm a hard Eep.

[yells]

Hey, Hope. You look like
you could use some help.

Want a hand?

‐ Gladly.

[Eep yells]

[grunting]

‐ And to pay me back for this,

maybe you could let Dawn flop?

‐ Never. Under any circumstances.

No. My answer's no.

‐ Before you answer,
let me just say one thing.

Please! You have to let her do it.

Please, please, please,
please, please, please!

[Hope groaning]

‐ Sorry, Mom.

[whispering]
Eep, too much.

‐ Got her right where I want her.

[bearacuda growling]
Oh, see?

Sounds like a yes to me.

‐ Sounds like a growl to me.

‐ It is a growl.

A bearacuda growl.

Make that three bearacuda growls.

[growling]

[Eep and Ugga grunting]
[bearacudas snarling]

[low growling]

‐ ♪ Please stop crying
and stop screaming ♪

♪ I can't take it anymore ♪

♪ Close your eyes and go to sleep ♪

♪ I'm begging you to snore ♪

[growls gently]

♪

Dawn didn't like napping
when she was a baby.

That was the only way
I could put her to sleep.

[snoring]

♪

♪

‐ [sighs in relief] Now this is hunting.

‐ Doesn't feel like hunting.

‐ That's because you're stuck
in your old habits.

When the animals come running,
thanks to the pheromones,

they'll see us out here,
floating and relaxing.

And that's when we strike!

Now, put these cucumbeet slices
on your eyes.

‐ Oh, what are these for?

‐ Camouflage. And they reduce puffiness.

For hunting.

EEP:
Those are bullruses?

They don't look dangerous.

‐ Yeah.

They look like they ate too much
but now they regret it

so they're ready to start
making changes in their lives.

I spend a lot of time alone.

‐ They look harmless
because they're not flopping yet.

‐ So why don't we leave them that way?

This could be
the "leaving alone of the bullruses."

‐ Oh, silly Hope.

Let me explain why bullruses
and flopping are inseparable.

‐ Dawn, you're doing this.

So here's the plan, desert camouflage.

We'll put you in a cactus

and your mom won't even know
you're flopping.

‐ Oh. Wearing a cactus sounds fun.

And painful.

But I don't want my mom to worry,
so I'm gonna pass.

‐ What? Are you sure?

‐ I really wanna go.

But my mom's not a flopper.

So I guess I'm not either.

‐ I hear ya. Blood runs thicker than flop.

‐ Right. And ew.

‐ Time to go. We're losing flop light.

‐ Okay. So how does it work again?

‐ We make our way into the bullrus herd.

And when they start flopping
we make our way out.

If we can.

You'll love it.

‐ Yeah I will.
Because we'll be flopping together.

[Eep and Ugga yell in excitement]

♪

[snoring]

They're a lot bigger up close.

But not as floppy as I expected.

Are you sure they're alive?

‐ Oh, yeah.
You just gotta get 'em started.

Are you ready?

‐ I've been ready ever since
I found out this was a thing.

Thanks for bringing me, Mom.

‐ Aw. There's no one I'd rather flop with.

Okay, here we go.

[bellowing]

[snoring]

Hmm. That's not it. How about‐‐

[gobbling]

Don't worry. Don't worry.
It'll come to me.

[moos]

Hmm.

[roars]

[squawks]

[trumpets]

[screeches]

[yodeling]

‐ Is it me or is there
not a lot of flopping in this flopping?

‐ Because they're doing it wrong.

You're supposed to whistle.

‐ How do you know that?

‐ Oh, I, um, I knew someone
who used to flop a long time ago.

‐ Why... won't... you... flop?

Ugh! [sighs deeply]

[panting]

‐ Man, looks like this flop is a flop.

[grunts in frustration]

‐ What am I doing wrong?

‐ Well, if they won't flop,
it's safe enough for Dawn.

Hey, Dawn!

[whistles]

[bullruses snort]

[bellowing]

‐ A whistle! I knew it was something.

This is it, Eep!

The floppening!

♪

[both panting]

[both grunt]

[whoops, laughs]

[Ugga laughs]

EEP:
Mom!

[grunts]

This is awesome!

[laughs]

Ohh!

[Ugga whoops]

EEP:
Whoa. Ha! Tail tag!

UGGA:
Head hop!

‐ Tusk tap!

[Ugga yells indistinctly, muffled]

What?

‐ I said tongue tie!

Also, this is wet warm in a bad way

[grunts]

Having fun?

‐ So... much... fun!

[laughing]

[yells]

[laughing]

♪

[grunting]

[panting]

Is it just me
or are the bullruses getting floppier?

‐ Yeah, and rowdier.

You know, let's get out of here
before the flopping gets‐‐

[Eep screaming]
Worse.

[groaning]

‐ It looks like so much flopping fun!

‐ No, that's a flopping nightmare.

They're in trouble.

And those bullruses are gonna flatten them
if somebody doesn't save them.

Good thing I'm here.

‐ What do you mean?

Oh, for emotional support?

‐ Going in, Dawn. Don't move.

‐ Going in where? There?

HOPE:
Woo‐hoo!

‐ Mom?

[bullruses growling]

[yells]

‐ What now?

‐ Don't panic. There's always a way out.

Or there used to be.

It's been a long time.

Bullruses have changed.

Or maybe it's me.

You know, when you get older‐‐

‐ Now's not the time, Mom!

‐ Oh, right, right. You're right.

Let's flop or drop.

‐ Catch you on the flopside, Mom.

[Hope yelling]

‐ Ha! Huh!

Ha!

[grunts]

Flop with me if you wanna live.

♪

[all grunt]

♪

[all scream]

[both groan]

[panting]

‐ Hope! What... was... that?

‐ Does Dawn know you can do that?

She is gonna freak out!

DAWN:
I'm freaking out!

I'm sorry! I just wanted to hel‐l‐lp!

‐ Ugh. I told her, "Don't move!"

Now, I'm telling you, don't move.

[Dawn whimpering]
[grunts]

‐ Oh!

[fists thumping]
‐ Oh, no.

[Hope yelling]
‐ Yikes.

‐ That had to hurt.

[Dawn screaming in distance]
‐ Where's Dawn?

[grunts]

‐ Hey, guys. Talk about a one stop flop.

[laughs]

I feel sick.

[bullruses snorting and lowing]

‐ Cliffs should be less cliff‐y.

What?

[grunts in disbelief]

Fine. I used to flop
with the bullruses a lot.

I was young and reckless and fearless.

Oh, and beautiful and charming.

‐ Why didn't you tell us?

‐ What's to tell?

I used to flop and now I don't.

‐ Uh, tell that to the bullruses
you just flopped all over.

That was amazing!

I can't believe this Hope
is the same as tree house Hope.

‐ Yes, well, it happened
and now it'll never happen again.

I have different priorities now.

Like the farm and our family.

So no one can ever know about this.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

I didn't want you to get hurt like I did.

EEP:
Wait a minute.

Is that how you got
that little scar, from flopping?

‐ Oh, no, that was from scrubbing.

But this scar is from flopping.

‐ Oh! That's awful.

‐ Yup. Can't unsee that.

‐ Whoa. That's the coolest thing
I've ever seen.

‐ I know, right? Thanks.

Now get away from that ledge
before you hurt yourself.

‐ There she is.
That's the Hope from the tree house.

‐ Well, it was fun while it lasted.

‐ You know, as flops go,
this one might be the best.

‐ So it's a top flop?

‐ Yup. Flop shelf.

[Eep chuckles]

‐ I wanna remember this forever.

‐ And I know how we can.

♪

‐ So we all agree,
this never happened, right?

ALL:
Right.

‐ And now there's one more thing
I wanna do.

[squawks]

GRUG:
Phil, if animals show up and attack,

we're wide open like this.

PHIL:
Relax, Grug. We're apex predators.

We're invincible.

‐ This was never a hunt, was it?

‐ Sure it was.

It was a hunt for relaxation.

For both of us.

Because you are a tight coil of rage

and I do everything around here.

We deserve it.

‐ But what about the pair‐o‐bones?

Uh, the‐the‐the hair‐o‐phones?

‐ You mean pheromones?

‐ Yeah, the smell stuff
that animals smell.

[gags]

‐ Moisturizer. Infused with lavender
to promote relaxation.

‐ Ohh. So that's why my hands are so soft.

‐ That's still my hand.

‐ Ugh!
[chatters]

Stupid, silky, baby‐soft hands.

‐ Are you mad?

‐ I'm too relaxed to be mad.

But if anyone asks, this never happened.

‐ Indeed.

We'll keep it on the down‐bro.

[screams]
[squawks]

‐ Well, here's another thing
we'll keep on the down‐bro

because I'll never say it again.

You're a good friend, Phil.

Thanks for today.

Speechless, huh?

Yeah, I get that.

This is a real bro‐ment.

EEP:
Okay, I'll admit it.

Warm springs are way better
than I expected.

‐ It's no near‐death experience,
but it's not bad.

Thanks, Hope.

HOPE: Don't sweat it, Uggs.

‐ Yeah, about that nickname‐‐

[Phil screams]

[water splashes]

‐ Ooh. A wet warm.

HOPE:
Phil!

[yelling] Get out of here right now
before you ruin our day!

[water sploshes]

Sorry, Uggs. You were saying?

‐ Uh, nothing. Nothing at all.

♪ vocalizing ♪

♪ closing theme playing ♪

♪