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Once upon a Croodaceus period, I had a family.

And my family had a Thunk,

and Thunk was way different from everyone else.

But every now and then, something would happen

that let us see things the way he saw them.

And that was always the start

of an exciting new chapter in our story.

So I got up from the sleep pile and heard the growl a third time.

It was the monster. He was close, very close.

And that's when I realized the growl was coming from inside...

my stomach!

- Must kill Grug's stomach! - But I ate breakfast

and the monster went away forever. The end.

- Awesome ending, Dad. - Yeah. Good save, honey.

This might be our first story night that doesn't end in bloodshed.

Uh, guys?

Can I try telling a story? I think I got a really good one.

Really, Thunk? Well, okay.

Hey, my son's gonna tell his first story-night story.

So, let's take it easy on him, okay?

All right, here goes.

Once upon a time, there lived a great adventurer named

Hunk Tugg-alug, and he was everyone's favorite hero.

In fact, he was so popular that even the grass would say,

"Thanks for stepping on us, Hunk."

One day, Hunk was hunting for magic eggs

inside a scary volcano.

"This will be our best adventure yet," said Hunk's friend Mute,

the rainbow-colored bear owl.

And with a mighty shout, Hunk replied...

Liar! He's lying. Not a word of this story is real.

Not the talking bear owl, not the manly hero,

who makes me wish I didn't already have a husband.

- Hey. - It's all lies!

Sweetie, I think what Meep is trying to say is

we're just a little confused.

Exactly how did you meet this Hunk Tugg-alug?

Oh, I never met him, Mom. Nobody has.

A-ha! He admits it. He is lying.

Whoa! My brother is not a liar.

If Thunk says all that stuff happened, then it happened.

Yeah, it happened.

- In my head. - Huh?

- In your head? - Yeah.

That's where I see all my stories, in my make-stuff-up place.

Oh, the boy just sees things that don't exist,

like a crazy person. Well, in that case, run!

So, magic eggs, you say. Go on!

1x05 - "The First Picture Show"

Huh, let's see.

No adventurers. No grouchy lizvults.

You did say you see all of these things in your head, right, Thunk?

- Uh-huh. - Wait, now,

you see that dangly throat thing?

If you squint, it kinda looks like a rainbow-colored bear owl.

Nah, you've got one of those, too.

I stare at it whenever you yell at us.

- It's a riot. - Well, then where are they?

Hey! All you people, we know you're in there.

- Now, get! - Come out, come out, come out!

Grug, put your son down, please.

But, Mom, we're just trying to find my make-stuff-up place.

Yeah!

'Cause then I could show people where my stories come from.

Yeah!

And then they'll like my stories.

Yeah!

- Ehh... - I wouldn't...

- Don't count on it. - ...count on that.

- Oh. - It's okay, Thunk.

You just think different and that's great.

It scares everyone else, but it's great.

I think I need some time alone. Can I go for a walk?

Oops. You used the "walk" word.

Take your sister along, okay, son?

You know, I hate this.

Bonk the neighbors for making Thunk feel so bad.

If I was a meaner person, I'd be planning my revenge right now.

Well, I am a meaner person, so let's do this.

Sandy, I wish there was some way to show everybody

all of these fun stories I got in my head, you know?

What do you see, Sandy?

Is...

Is that me?

Hey!

Ooh, giant fish!

Hmm.

Giant lizvult! Kill it!

Don't be afraid. Amber protect you.

Death bird have no weaknesses.

Every caveman for self!

Boys, family panic formation!

Thunk, Sandy, there's a lizvult on the rampage. Get inside now.

Sorry. Can't stop now. I'm in the middle of my story.

Thunk Ooga Booga Crood, when we say get inside, that means...

Whoa!

Back, beast, back!

You're no match for Hunk Tugg-alug.

Whoa!

My hero.

- Ow! He's... He's not real. - Not real?

But I can see him with my own eyes, which, I will note,

can see in both daytime and nighttime.

Look. It's Thunk. He's making it with his hands.

You sure showed that lizvult, Hunk.

Thanks, Mute, my multi-colored chum.

Now to find those magic eggs.

Thunk, we are sorry for calling you a liar.

Please don't sic your horrible shadow people on us.

Meep!

She meant lovely shadow people.

No, they're not real. I'm just using shadows to tell a story.

First, I see Hunk in my head.

Hello, Ahhh! Valley.

- And then, I use my hands to... - No more explain.

Bring back Hunk Tugg-alug.

Amber just wanna know what happen next!

Yeah! What happens next?

What happens next? What happens next?

What happens next, huh?

Eep, come here. You're Hunk's girlfriend, Pretty.

What?

Oh... Oh!

I'm Hunk's girlfriend, Pretty.

Well, well. Amber think this just get interesting.

Oh, no, Pretty's on the other side of this volcano

filled with bubbling lava.

Dad, bubbling lava.

Uh, uh, bubble, bubble, bubble!

No, don't say "bubble."

Oh, oh, uh...

Mom, music.

Pretty, I knew from the time that you ate more eggs than me

that you were my true love. I'll save you.

Mute, get ready to jump.

But how, Hunk?

With the power of a running start.

They'll never make it!

Ha, I knew they'd make it.

Oh, Hunk, you're my hero!

Kiss me, Pretty, by putting our lips together,

'cause that's how that works, right?

Ugh! Ew, brother cooties.

Aww.

Oh, good for those two, right, Grug?

- Grug? - It's just a beautiful story.

Uh-oh. Do you feel that, Hunk?

It sort of feels like...

An earthquake!

Oh, no, I can't hold on.

And this volcano is going to blow.

Will our heroes survive?

Will Hunk and Pretty get married?

Yeah!

Will Mute forgive himself

for all of the cavemen he ate as a young bear owl?

Oh, the things I've done!

Find out tomorrow night

in The Adventures of Hunk Tugg-alug!

- All right! - Yeah!

Well, son, I don't know what you did, but you definitely did it!

I did it! I finally showed everyone what's in my head.

I wonder if things will be different now.

Thanks to Thunk's stories, everyone can fly now.

Eh, probably not that different.

Class, I know today's lesson was supposed to be how not to die,

but we have something far more important to talk about.

How will Hunk Tugg-alug get out of that volcano?

Yeah!

Sorry. I can't tell.

You're just gonna have to wait.

But I want to know now!

Eh.

There you are!

Lerk, what did we say about sneaking up on me?

This isn't about you, Eep.

This is about you, Thunk. We love your stories.

Uh-huh.

More than life itself.

Really?

So, Thunk, Hunk sprouts wings to get out of that volcano, right?

Right?

You don't really want me to spoil my story, do you?

Yes, I do. Tell me. Tell me!

Okay, we're getting a little excited. That's enough for today.

- Thunk! - Just one more question!

Let's sleep here till he comes out.

Yeah!

So, tell me, Thunk...

- How did you get in here? - How will Hunk escape that volcano?

- Hmm? - Uh...

Huh? Whoa!

Whoa!

- I have fans? Neat! - Did we see the same fans?

Okay, it's time. Everybody ready?

Now, another exciting story from

The Adventures of Hunk Tugg-alug.

Last time we saw our heroes,

they were holding on for dear life over an erupting volcano.

Suddenly, Hunk realized what he needed to do.

Wait. I suddenly realized what I need to do.

What is it, Hunk?

Well, you guys know how my insides are made of ice

that's colder than a thousand glaciers, right?

- Uh-huh. Go on. - Yeah, of course!

Then you already know that only I can put out this volcano.

You don't mean... Hunk, no.

Goodbye, friends. Goodbye!

I don't believe it.

Hunk sacrificed himself so we could live.

What a sad but beautiful thing he did.

The end.

- Boo! - Boo!

Thunk killed Hunk.

Get him!

Uh-oh. I think another story night is about to end in total bloodshed.

Wall!

Out of our way, Grug.

Your son killed Hunk Tugg-alug. Murderer!

No, he didn't kill Hunk Tugg-alug because Hunk Tugg-alug isn't real.

- What? - He felt real.

But, uh, the reason Hunk died is so his friends could live,

and then there's more to the story.

- See, Hunk has a brother. - Amber don't care about that.

- Amber just want Hunk back. - But... But he had to go.

He didn't have to go.

I didn't want him to! It hurts so bad.

It's sad! It's so sad!

And that makes me mad!

Without Hunk Tugg-alug, all I have is my... my husband!

Hey.

Look, Croods, uh, I don't wanna panic you,

but this is getting ugly.

I've never seen Sandy so spooked before.

Any ideas on how we can get Thunk out of here?

Hey.

- Thunk! - Thunk!

- Thunk, where are you? - Thunk, where are you?

- Thunk! - Thunk!

- Come on, boy. - Where are you, Thunk?

- Thunk! - Thunk, come back!

- Hunk killer. - Where are you, you murderer?

Bring me the hide of the boy who killed Hunk!

Oh, Grug, it's not safe at night

with all of the bear owls stalking around.

We never taught Thunk not to talk to predators.

Don't worry, Ugga. We'll find him.

Search harder! We can't let the boy die

before we get a new version of his story.

I mean, at all. We can't let the boy die at all.

Thunk, you come out right now. This is your father...

I mean, this is... dessert.

Yeah, come on out and eat me. I'm a... I'm a dessert.

Dad, you don't think someone would actually fall for that, do you?

This is Thunk we're talking about.

Two helpings of dessert, Thunk! Come and get it!

I'm sorry I killed you, Hunk.

Oh, it's okay, Thunk. I don't mind.

But everyone else does.

So, I guess I'll have to hide here for the rest of my life.

Do you really think that's the best thing to do?

What else can I do, Hunk?

I mean, haven't you ever been afraid before?

Hm, I'll be straight with you, Thunk.

Given that I was raised by man-eating lion apes, no,

I don't think I have been afraid before.

Oh.

Sorry.

I guess I'm sort of blowing it with the advice-giving, huh?

It's okay. Your powers are super strength,

being made of ice, and knowing how to talk to girls,

not giving me advice.

I just wish Mom and Dad were here. They'd know what to do.

- Thunk! - Thunk, where are you?

- Mom, Dad! - Thunk!

I'm so sorry I ran away.

- I just want people to like my stories. - We know, sweetie,

but you can't worry about what other people think.

All you can do is share your talent and hope for the best.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- And never listen to critics. - That's right. Just moon 'em,

especially the ones that tell you that you moon things too much.

Okay, Gran has now gone a step too far.

That's usually our signal to wrap it up.

So, what do you say, son? Should we get out of this cave?

Sure. Actually, I almost left earlier.

There was this dessert that kept calling my name.

- Hm? - Okay, then.

- Let's go... - Bear owls!

Bear owls? What are we gonna do?

Only one thing to do.

Have Thunk give us a new ending where Hunk Tugg-alug lives.

No? Hmm.

You have a better way to spend our time here until we die?

- We're not gonna die here. - Look, Amber not want to be

"that guy," but we not able fight that many bear owl.

Need more cavemen.

Did you hear that, Thunk? She said we need more cavemen.

I have an idea.

But first, I'm gonna have to teach each of you

how to lend a hand.

- Huh? - Huh?

Okay, everyone.

Start warming up your make-stuff-up places.

Squawk. Loser.

Ooh. Nope, never gonna try that again.

Go! Now!

Stop, villains!

If you want to harm the people of Ahhh! Valley,

you'll have to go through me first.

And you'll have to go through me second.

And, of course, you'll have to go through me, too.

- And me. - Me, too.

Amber say me.

- And also me. - And me.

And me... I guess.

- Yeah! - See, sweetie?

Your different way of thinking saved us all.

Yep. I mean, it also kinda got us in trouble in the first place,

but hey, way to go, son.

Hey, look. What is everyone doing?

It looks like they're all making stories.

Remember, Hunk Tugg-alug doesn't slouch,

because he's the man my husband can never be.

Hey.

Pretty going out hunting, not staying home to clean cave.

But look, if I move this finger, now Hunk has a third arm.

- Whoa! - No way!

See, Thunk?

Look what happened when you shared your talent.

Yeah, it made people happy. Well, some of them.

Squawk! Loser. Squawk! Loser.

The images in my head... I can't unsee them.

But I guess now that everyone can tell their own stories,

they won't need me anymore.

- That's okay, though. - Oh, I wouldn't be so sure.

Hey, Thunk, can you help us with our story?

It's about a girl named "Notlerk," who grows wings and flies

and has a best friend named "Noteep."

Sure. What if she also spits sunlight?

Uh, yeah, she should spit sunlight!

Well done, Thunk. Well done.

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